Very rarely, I will post sections of my friend's reply. Today is one of those days.
(May 23, 2011)
I'd set you up with someone like James Williams. He occasionally crosses that line from 'confidence' to 'overbearingly arrogant,' but I was always surprised the two of you didn't date. Ok, I don't know James that well, I could also see him as someone who changes a lot depending on who he's around. So that's no good. But we're thinking in that general direction. That's basically the issue with the guy I mentioned who goes home soon. A good guy, I'd set the two of you up. I'm just a mildly critical person who's quick to notice his self-righteousness...in some situations, and thus disqualify him very quickly.
I enjoy your arrogance. Personally, my goal is to really focus on humility this week. You can imagine how well I do at that game.
You can't just amend a contract halfway through the game. If you committed to a certain amount of flirting, you can't back down over something so inconsequential as other people's feelings.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Life is Joyful/ You Wish You Were as Cool as Me
(June 19, 2011)
I really enjoyed that part in your letter from a while ago about guys you'd set me up with. Haha you have impressively high standards, and I actually think that you'd be quite good at deciding who I'd get along with. I suppose that's not particularly surprising, though, considering that we've known each other for what....like five years now? Almost? Wow. Side note, I've found that it gets really crazy to start thinking about how long ago things in high school were. It seems as though they were all so recent, but really, high school is distinctly moving into past events. and it's weird.
In a deeply rough segue, boys are wonderful. One in particular, as a matter of fact, is really great....
So a bunch of us from my old ward went to see a movie together (new x-men - excellent, by the way) and Stephen just nonchalantly put his arm around me as if it were totally expected and not a big deal. We held hands through that entire movie, and I was totally, stupidly giddy about it. Prior to that point, I had been relatively certain that we were friends, and that he might have some passing attraction to me, but nothing particularly significant. Apparently, I was wrong.
I talked to a mutual friend the day after this excursion who said that he'd asked Stephen about asking me on a date, and the kid said that he was planning on it. So, naturally, the hand-holding giddiness was extended. He called me that Saturday, but I was working (yes, you are getting every last tiny excruciatingly dull detail, and you will like it, dang it), but we ended up setting up some sort of something for Friday.
It turned out that our excursion was, in fact, a date - we went to a rodeo. It was really fun. The kid had his arm around me for a lot of it. Afterwards, we went to a park and just sat out on the grass and talked about all kinds of random things for another two hours. We walked back to the car after this park excursion, and he opened my door and I got in, and then he says, "Hey, hold on a sec." I can't really articulate what exactly I thought would follow this innocuous request, but it definitely wasn't him leaning into the car and kissing me. It was really sweet and exciting and la la la la la la la la :) I was mildly stunned at the time, though. That was the most unexpected a kiss has ever been for me. A slight shame, as I had had every noble intention of making him wait until our third date, at least. Naturally, when forced to think on my toes, I failed miserably. Bahaha. The funny thing was that about twenty minutes prior, we'd been laying on the grass really close to each other and it had been quiet for a good minute or two, and he suggested that we go swing. This had made me somewhat unhappily come to the conclusion that he didn't want to kiss me and was trying to break up just such a moment. I love being wrong.
And even though I've already gone on for rather too long, I'll do some brief analysis for you. The summation of this analysis: it's quite likely that he likes me enough to attempt to take this somewhere. That somewhere being a place other than friends with benefits land, a country with which I am all too familiar. This analysis is based on a few things. The first of those is that he is, and has undoubtedly been for ages, well aware of my interest in him. Any guy would be a little nuts to risk the kind of drama that generally results from a noncommittal kiss or makeout with a girl he knows wants more. Secondly, I have talked to him about random dating enough to hear him say that generally, he doesn't kiss girls that want more from something than he does. Thirdly, if what he wanted was just making out, he went to a great deal of effort for two really brief kisses.
P.S. Stephen is annoying and was unobliging enough to have his birthday this Friday, which means I get to play a terribly exciting game called "what is the least big deal thing that remains thoughtful and advisable to do" about said birthday. Thoughts are appreciated.
I really enjoyed that part in your letter from a while ago about guys you'd set me up with. Haha you have impressively high standards, and I actually think that you'd be quite good at deciding who I'd get along with. I suppose that's not particularly surprising, though, considering that we've known each other for what....like five years now? Almost? Wow. Side note, I've found that it gets really crazy to start thinking about how long ago things in high school were. It seems as though they were all so recent, but really, high school is distinctly moving into past events. and it's weird.
In a deeply rough segue, boys are wonderful. One in particular, as a matter of fact, is really great....
So a bunch of us from my old ward went to see a movie together (new x-men - excellent, by the way) and Stephen just nonchalantly put his arm around me as if it were totally expected and not a big deal. We held hands through that entire movie, and I was totally, stupidly giddy about it. Prior to that point, I had been relatively certain that we were friends, and that he might have some passing attraction to me, but nothing particularly significant. Apparently, I was wrong.
I talked to a mutual friend the day after this excursion who said that he'd asked Stephen about asking me on a date, and the kid said that he was planning on it. So, naturally, the hand-holding giddiness was extended. He called me that Saturday, but I was working (yes, you are getting every last tiny excruciatingly dull detail, and you will like it, dang it), but we ended up setting up some sort of something for Friday.
It turned out that our excursion was, in fact, a date - we went to a rodeo. It was really fun. The kid had his arm around me for a lot of it. Afterwards, we went to a park and just sat out on the grass and talked about all kinds of random things for another two hours. We walked back to the car after this park excursion, and he opened my door and I got in, and then he says, "Hey, hold on a sec." I can't really articulate what exactly I thought would follow this innocuous request, but it definitely wasn't him leaning into the car and kissing me. It was really sweet and exciting and la la la la la la la la :) I was mildly stunned at the time, though. That was the most unexpected a kiss has ever been for me. A slight shame, as I had had every noble intention of making him wait until our third date, at least. Naturally, when forced to think on my toes, I failed miserably. Bahaha. The funny thing was that about twenty minutes prior, we'd been laying on the grass really close to each other and it had been quiet for a good minute or two, and he suggested that we go swing. This had made me somewhat unhappily come to the conclusion that he didn't want to kiss me and was trying to break up just such a moment. I love being wrong.
And even though I've already gone on for rather too long, I'll do some brief analysis for you. The summation of this analysis: it's quite likely that he likes me enough to attempt to take this somewhere. That somewhere being a place other than friends with benefits land, a country with which I am all too familiar. This analysis is based on a few things. The first of those is that he is, and has undoubtedly been for ages, well aware of my interest in him. Any guy would be a little nuts to risk the kind of drama that generally results from a noncommittal kiss or makeout with a girl he knows wants more. Secondly, I have talked to him about random dating enough to hear him say that generally, he doesn't kiss girls that want more from something than he does. Thirdly, if what he wanted was just making out, he went to a great deal of effort for two really brief kisses.
P.S. Stephen is annoying and was unobliging enough to have his birthday this Friday, which means I get to play a terribly exciting game called "what is the least big deal thing that remains thoughtful and advisable to do" about said birthday. Thoughts are appreciated.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Boo.
(May 22, 2011)
Did I mention that I'm trying to be an adult and I actually think it's working? There's been something of a precipitous drop in my desire to kiss boys who don't like me, or don't want me enough. The flip is also an issue though - can I take a second to be crazy arrogant? Of course I can, you know me well enough that it's not going to surprise you :P Haha I'd just like to say that I wouldn't have thought I'd take issue with a greater number of boys being interested in me for who I am, as opposed to just wanting someone mildly attractive to make out with because they had nothing better to do. But honestly....boys actually liking me is proving to have surprising, unforeseen difficulties. Before, the only person I had to worry about hurting was me, and that was never particularly difficult to avoid. Now I have to think more carefully about how I flirt and who I do it with and who's present when I do so and it's really not so very pleasant. I just don't like having power over people's happiness, even just a little bit.
Seriously, I think my flirting is genuinely becoming an issue. It's sort of insanely obnoxious and I should really think about attempting to tone it down. I might amend my contract to include some rules on flirting :P
Did I mention that I'm trying to be an adult and I actually think it's working? There's been something of a precipitous drop in my desire to kiss boys who don't like me, or don't want me enough. The flip is also an issue though - can I take a second to be crazy arrogant? Of course I can, you know me well enough that it's not going to surprise you :P Haha I'd just like to say that I wouldn't have thought I'd take issue with a greater number of boys being interested in me for who I am, as opposed to just wanting someone mildly attractive to make out with because they had nothing better to do. But honestly....boys actually liking me is proving to have surprising, unforeseen difficulties. Before, the only person I had to worry about hurting was me, and that was never particularly difficult to avoid. Now I have to think more carefully about how I flirt and who I do it with and who's present when I do so and it's really not so very pleasant. I just don't like having power over people's happiness, even just a little bit.
Seriously, I think my flirting is genuinely becoming an issue. It's sort of insanely obnoxious and I should really think about attempting to tone it down. I might amend my contract to include some rules on flirting :P
Date? Mystery.
(May 8, 2011)
I'll thank you not to be so snide about my definition of closure with one Matt Palmer. Even though you made me laugh :P I will have you know that at this point, my "closure" meets both your criteria and mine, thank you very much. Haha Matt and I hung out this week and it was totally awesome. I was one hundred percent myself, which ironically probably made him think that I was a completely different person than the one he remembers, as I never ever accomplished that feat around him previously. He even said I was funny :) It was a bunch of us, too, so don't be too impressed, but yes. No more awkwardness. And wonderfully, no more interest on my part.
I also moved to a place called Glenwood in Provo. It is insanely ghetto. Even by Provo standards, with which, I'm aware, you are not all that familiar, but let me be the first to tell you: that makes it Ghe-hetto. Also, boys in our ward - 90% pre-mission. They all look like babies to me. It's crazy.
However, I don't know how much I care about that, because there has been some slight progression on the Stephen front.
Dude, scratch that. Some major progression.
So, let's see....I don't think he even had my number the last time I wrote you [yes, I'm a bad person], so you might want to kick back because I can't restrain myself from sharing as much of the interim change in behavior as possible.
My end of finals present was him asking for my number of his own volition. We were at a party together at my old apartment complex and he said something about hanging out more and presumed ease of doing that if he had my number. Then, two days later, he called me up to go laser tagging/nickelcade-ing. That was really fun, I hadn't done that for a long time. He also played air hockey with me after we finished and as we were leaving, we passed a group of people, and he says, "Wow, that guy just totally checked you out."
Ha ha ha:) My, Stephen, why are you paying any attention whatsoever to who is or isn't checking me out?
Then I saw him again at yet another event at my former living establishment (there's been a regular slough of birthdays lately, it's peculiar) and he jokingly held my hand for like thirty seconds while we talked to some people. We see each other every other morning when I'm walking to school at eight in the morning and he's driving the same road in the opposite direction to go to work. The first couple of times it happened, we texted each other about the awkward rendezvous - because it's always awkward for that half a second before we're entirely sure that that person in the white car/that girl with the long hair is the other.
I passed him driving Wednesday and called him up just to be like hey, I think I just saw you on University, tra la la, and he says that we should go hot tubbing. We did. Just the two of us. I mean, there were other people in the hot tub, but neither of us brought any friends. And we flirted like crazy :) Seriously. It was marvelous. And I made him laugh. I feel so proud of myself when I accomplish that feat. Afterwords, we sat in my car for a good half hour or forty-five minutes just talking.
Brief detour for commentary: it was this particular excursion that made me fairly certain that he is interested. At least a tiny bit. If you, as a boy, feel like confirming this fact, it would be greatly appreciated. I feel that inviting someone to go hot tubbing with you solo is not something you do if you really prefer to just stay friends. I didn't and still don't really know how much he is interested - I may have a significant amount of competition - but I feel that this excursion says, at the very least, "I find you mildly attractive and not unpleasant to talk to."
And then, two nights ago, he texted me to go to a barbecue with his friends in Orem, which turned out to be some sort of peculiar quasi-datey thing.
You may think that I'm being intensely girly and stupid for wondering whether or not this was a date, but the funny thing was that all of his friends seemed to think it was. They referred to me as Stephen's date and I displayed my rather spectacular talent for blurting and said, "Oh, date, is that what I am?" I love those moments when I say things and have an immediate, slight desire that life had like a twenty-second rewind button. But his friends were funny and
obliging and immediately set up a discourse as to what, exactly, it was. I think the verdict was that it was a half-date :P
They all seemed to like me. They told me so, at least, several times :) It was actually really nice - you know how marvelously, intensely awkward I can be around new people. But they were all really easy to talk to and I didn't have to spend the night awkwardly glued to Stephen so I'd have someone I could speak to. Ha, and I was leaving, his friends were saying, " You're the best girl that Stephen's brought around in quite a while. And there's a lot, so that's saying something." We flirted quite a bit on this excursion, as well - He even came up behind me as we were finishing a game and put his hands on my shoulders and asked if I had fun. Which, in retrospect, sounds decidedly unimportant.
But I swear it was a big deal at the time.
Meh, we'll see where this goes. Heaven knows whether he wants someone else or if he's about to discover this or that significant personality flaw in me :P But at present, I feel reasonably safe in saying that he likes me, at least a little bit.
I'll thank you not to be so snide about my definition of closure with one Matt Palmer. Even though you made me laugh :P I will have you know that at this point, my "closure" meets both your criteria and mine, thank you very much. Haha Matt and I hung out this week and it was totally awesome. I was one hundred percent myself, which ironically probably made him think that I was a completely different person than the one he remembers, as I never ever accomplished that feat around him previously. He even said I was funny :) It was a bunch of us, too, so don't be too impressed, but yes. No more awkwardness. And wonderfully, no more interest on my part.
I also moved to a place called Glenwood in Provo. It is insanely ghetto. Even by Provo standards, with which, I'm aware, you are not all that familiar, but let me be the first to tell you: that makes it Ghe-hetto. Also, boys in our ward - 90% pre-mission. They all look like babies to me. It's crazy.
However, I don't know how much I care about that, because there has been some slight progression on the Stephen front.
Dude, scratch that. Some major progression.
So, let's see....I don't think he even had my number the last time I wrote you [yes, I'm a bad person], so you might want to kick back because I can't restrain myself from sharing as much of the interim change in behavior as possible.
My end of finals present was him asking for my number of his own volition. We were at a party together at my old apartment complex and he said something about hanging out more and presumed ease of doing that if he had my number. Then, two days later, he called me up to go laser tagging/nickelcade-ing. That was really fun, I hadn't done that for a long time. He also played air hockey with me after we finished and as we were leaving, we passed a group of people, and he says, "Wow, that guy just totally checked you out."
Ha ha ha:) My, Stephen, why are you paying any attention whatsoever to who is or isn't checking me out?
Then I saw him again at yet another event at my former living establishment (there's been a regular slough of birthdays lately, it's peculiar) and he jokingly held my hand for like thirty seconds while we talked to some people. We see each other every other morning when I'm walking to school at eight in the morning and he's driving the same road in the opposite direction to go to work. The first couple of times it happened, we texted each other about the awkward rendezvous - because it's always awkward for that half a second before we're entirely sure that that person in the white car/that girl with the long hair is the other.
I passed him driving Wednesday and called him up just to be like hey, I think I just saw you on University, tra la la, and he says that we should go hot tubbing. We did. Just the two of us. I mean, there were other people in the hot tub, but neither of us brought any friends. And we flirted like crazy :) Seriously. It was marvelous. And I made him laugh. I feel so proud of myself when I accomplish that feat. Afterwords, we sat in my car for a good half hour or forty-five minutes just talking.
Brief detour for commentary: it was this particular excursion that made me fairly certain that he is interested. At least a tiny bit. If you, as a boy, feel like confirming this fact, it would be greatly appreciated. I feel that inviting someone to go hot tubbing with you solo is not something you do if you really prefer to just stay friends. I didn't and still don't really know how much he is interested - I may have a significant amount of competition - but I feel that this excursion says, at the very least, "I find you mildly attractive and not unpleasant to talk to."
And then, two nights ago, he texted me to go to a barbecue with his friends in Orem, which turned out to be some sort of peculiar quasi-datey thing.
You may think that I'm being intensely girly and stupid for wondering whether or not this was a date, but the funny thing was that all of his friends seemed to think it was. They referred to me as Stephen's date and I displayed my rather spectacular talent for blurting and said, "Oh, date, is that what I am?" I love those moments when I say things and have an immediate, slight desire that life had like a twenty-second rewind button. But his friends were funny and
obliging and immediately set up a discourse as to what, exactly, it was. I think the verdict was that it was a half-date :P
They all seemed to like me. They told me so, at least, several times :) It was actually really nice - you know how marvelously, intensely awkward I can be around new people. But they were all really easy to talk to and I didn't have to spend the night awkwardly glued to Stephen so I'd have someone I could speak to. Ha, and I was leaving, his friends were saying, " You're the best girl that Stephen's brought around in quite a while. And there's a lot, so that's saying something." We flirted quite a bit on this excursion, as well - He even came up behind me as we were finishing a game and put his hands on my shoulders and asked if I had fun. Which, in retrospect, sounds decidedly unimportant.
But I swear it was a big deal at the time.
Meh, we'll see where this goes. Heaven knows whether he wants someone else or if he's about to discover this or that significant personality flaw in me :P But at present, I feel reasonably safe in saying that he likes me, at least a little bit.
Conflicting Thoughts and Feelings
(April 18, 2011)
Yes, it is in fact dreadful that this guy hasn't read Harry Potter. Actually, while I was most entertained about the whole "siblings make you compete for Mom and Dad's affection," there's some truth to it. I don't know that I agree exactly that there's really a competition for affection so much as it just honestly changes your perspective to have siblings. I think it does reduce selfishness, because you have built-in sharing necessities. Also, I would pretty much never date and certainly never ever marry an only child. Laying aside the fact the massive amount of potential anecdotes and commonalities that just go out the window when someone didn't grow up with two or three other people, it's weird. I don't get only children, generally. I just don't.
Thank you for telling me I'll do fine in school :) I'm terrified. I take my first final tomorrow. D&C. Joy to the world. It should be ok, but I'll have to see. Multivariable is a lost cause, though - I have to tell you that I spent a good two hours on Thursday morning just staring at my take-home final and crying because I couldn't do any of it. Well, I can kind of do bits and pieces of it, and some of them I have the general idea, but mostly... no.
That's just....it just is what it is. I hate that teacher. I feel that if you're going to give students work that makes them want to kill themselves, it should be your homework, and not your tests. I'm so on board with that. But this man taught us the bare minimum recipe steps to get our (generally pretty easy) homework done and then he sucker punches us with these theoretical tests riddled with proofs, which we've never done in class or on the homework.
On to things I'm just going to share with you :)
I still want Stephen. I stole my Dad's twelve-string guitar and I've been playing it, and I went over to steal a capo from him and mentioned that I had this lovely lovely guitar, and he came over and played it with me, and we sang some songs together. He's so annoying with his continued attractiveness combined with the lack of number exchange or apparent significant interest in me or anything. But yes, I played some songs for him and he came over and moved my fingers around a little on the chords (in a decidedly friendly, rather than outrightly flirtatious way) and I still swooned. Damn him.
Went to Matt Palmer's homecoming today. I'm so happy I had Jackie with me (who has returned from her internship in Florida, and she's totally going to divert male attention from me in a big way, but oh well :P) to maintain some vestige of my normal, funny, outgoing college self. I rather dislike being around large groups of high school people. You KNOW I do. It turns me back into me in high school. Me in college is infinitely preferable. Mostly because me in college doesn't have to combat stigma regarding what people expect me to be like :P The thing was, Matt's actual talk and everything was really awesome. Also really awesome: sitting there and honestly being sure that he's awesome and not what I want anymore. I'm just not that girl anymore. Didn't mean that I acted in accordance with my new girl status when I avoided saying hi to him after (haha....ha....ha....yeah.....) but still, closure. Yes. Fina-freakin-lly.
What else.....
I do play some passable guitar now. And by passable, I mean poorly mediocre, but still. It's really, really fun. I feel all accomplished and such.
Jeez, the things I do for boys. I started songwriting because of Matt, did you know that? and now I'm starting to learn the guitar in earnest because of Stephen. Ah.
Yes, it is in fact dreadful that this guy hasn't read Harry Potter. Actually, while I was most entertained about the whole "siblings make you compete for Mom and Dad's affection," there's some truth to it. I don't know that I agree exactly that there's really a competition for affection so much as it just honestly changes your perspective to have siblings. I think it does reduce selfishness, because you have built-in sharing necessities. Also, I would pretty much never date and certainly never ever marry an only child. Laying aside the fact the massive amount of potential anecdotes and commonalities that just go out the window when someone didn't grow up with two or three other people, it's weird. I don't get only children, generally. I just don't.
Thank you for telling me I'll do fine in school :) I'm terrified. I take my first final tomorrow. D&C. Joy to the world. It should be ok, but I'll have to see. Multivariable is a lost cause, though - I have to tell you that I spent a good two hours on Thursday morning just staring at my take-home final and crying because I couldn't do any of it. Well, I can kind of do bits and pieces of it, and some of them I have the general idea, but mostly... no.
That's just....it just is what it is. I hate that teacher. I feel that if you're going to give students work that makes them want to kill themselves, it should be your homework, and not your tests. I'm so on board with that. But this man taught us the bare minimum recipe steps to get our (generally pretty easy) homework done and then he sucker punches us with these theoretical tests riddled with proofs, which we've never done in class or on the homework.
On to things I'm just going to share with you :)
I still want Stephen. I stole my Dad's twelve-string guitar and I've been playing it, and I went over to steal a capo from him and mentioned that I had this lovely lovely guitar, and he came over and played it with me, and we sang some songs together. He's so annoying with his continued attractiveness combined with the lack of number exchange or apparent significant interest in me or anything. But yes, I played some songs for him and he came over and moved my fingers around a little on the chords (in a decidedly friendly, rather than outrightly flirtatious way) and I still swooned. Damn him.
Went to Matt Palmer's homecoming today. I'm so happy I had Jackie with me (who has returned from her internship in Florida, and she's totally going to divert male attention from me in a big way, but oh well :P) to maintain some vestige of my normal, funny, outgoing college self. I rather dislike being around large groups of high school people. You KNOW I do. It turns me back into me in high school. Me in college is infinitely preferable. Mostly because me in college doesn't have to combat stigma regarding what people expect me to be like :P The thing was, Matt's actual talk and everything was really awesome. Also really awesome: sitting there and honestly being sure that he's awesome and not what I want anymore. I'm just not that girl anymore. Didn't mean that I acted in accordance with my new girl status when I avoided saying hi to him after (haha....ha....ha....yeah.....) but still, closure. Yes. Fina-freakin-lly.
What else.....
I do play some passable guitar now. And by passable, I mean poorly mediocre, but still. It's really, really fun. I feel all accomplished and such.
Jeez, the things I do for boys. I started songwriting because of Matt, did you know that? and now I'm starting to learn the guitar in earnest because of Stephen. Ah.
Why won't you call me?
(April 11, 2011)
Stephen. That is the actual name of Mrs. Chanandeler Bong. I asked Stephen on a date over Christmas last semester (at like one in the morning when he was very heavily medicated) and received no answer until a week later, at which time I got a feeble "I, er, have doctor's appointments and such and studying the day after that, so, can't." over Facebook. Ha between the asking and the answering I'd made out with Brendan for the first time, so I can't say that I was as affronted as I might have been, but still distressed that I was unsuccessful. His apartment and I were discussing this particular time and he says, "Wait, I just want to clear something up - I'd just started dating someone at that point, and it was in that like weird limbo stage, so I couldn't." And I said something ferociously witty or somesuch, to the tune of, "So you're saying I shouldn't be put out about that?" To which his roommate muttered something that I didn't quite catch, but most fortunately, MY roommate did. This something, apparently, was to the effect of "And he wouldn't be too put out, were you to ask him out again, either."
HA! Oh, and he has this hat that he's decided is a sorting hat. It was brought out for my benefit this evening. He sorted me into Ravenclaw.
He's also read all the Harry Potters multiple times and loved them. He's reading Mere Christianity right now and we discussed the works of C.S. Lewis. And to top it all off, he sang "Bring Him Home" while I played it for him tonight.
I'm going to die. Seriously.
Dude, in other news, I had a total man slut work really hard to convince me that he didn't just want to kiss me, he wanted to date me, on Saturday.
And then I wanted you there to listen to me obsess over when boys stopped saying things like, "Hey, we're not telling anyone about this, right? Because I really don't want my friends to know." and when the same type of boy started asking me to date him.
WHAT
THE
HECK
has happened in my life? I just...Can't.
I'll tell you one thing. Change is good.
Stephen. That is the actual name of Mrs. Chanandeler Bong. I asked Stephen on a date over Christmas last semester (at like one in the morning when he was very heavily medicated) and received no answer until a week later, at which time I got a feeble "I, er, have doctor's appointments and such and studying the day after that, so, can't." over Facebook. Ha between the asking and the answering I'd made out with Brendan for the first time, so I can't say that I was as affronted as I might have been, but still distressed that I was unsuccessful. His apartment and I were discussing this particular time and he says, "Wait, I just want to clear something up - I'd just started dating someone at that point, and it was in that like weird limbo stage, so I couldn't." And I said something ferociously witty or somesuch, to the tune of, "So you're saying I shouldn't be put out about that?" To which his roommate muttered something that I didn't quite catch, but most fortunately, MY roommate did. This something, apparently, was to the effect of "And he wouldn't be too put out, were you to ask him out again, either."
HA! Oh, and he has this hat that he's decided is a sorting hat. It was brought out for my benefit this evening. He sorted me into Ravenclaw.
He's also read all the Harry Potters multiple times and loved them. He's reading Mere Christianity right now and we discussed the works of C.S. Lewis. And to top it all off, he sang "Bring Him Home" while I played it for him tonight.
I'm going to die. Seriously.
Dude, in other news, I had a total man slut work really hard to convince me that he didn't just want to kiss me, he wanted to date me, on Saturday.
And then I wanted you there to listen to me obsess over when boys stopped saying things like, "Hey, we're not telling anyone about this, right? Because I really don't want my friends to know." and when the same type of boy started asking me to date him.
WHAT
THE
HECK
has happened in my life? I just...Can't.
I'll tell you one thing. Change is good.
Profundity.
(March 27, 2011)
I'm feeling strangely introspective at the moment. I think that it may have something to do with the fact that I've been listening to my "Mellow" playlist for a while now, and I keep losing the general thread of my thoughts and then catching them again at the tail end of really dramatic lyrical phrases and it's doing some seriously bizarre things to my ability to feel coherent.
I've decided that, for the first time, I'm going to respond as fully and clearly to everything you told me last week, since I usually just gabble (why yes, that IS a word now) on about nothing and joyfulness and such, and I don't know that that's fair. :)
Alright, so:
First, I'm mildly entertained that you'd advise me against attempting to see Matt in the immediate future. Haha, I don't suppose you remember how often it was that I sought out the company of one Andrew Smith, do you? We were in the same room only when it was essentially inescapable for me. I didn't ever really call him up or make an attempt to hang out with him. At least not by senior year. And this is because I am, in fact, a pansy, and go out of my way to avoid boys that I want and can't have. Matt stands in no danger of me encroaching on his recently-returnededness. :) Believe me. I may never see the kid again. I just made the comment because I think it's lame that I have any preoccupation with the idea at all. I definitely never had any intention of making good on it :P
Second, my thoughts on the DJ now, since we hung out again on Friday (I don't really think it qualifies as a date), is that he's grand and most definitely not for me. See, I wasn't particularly forthcoming on my thoughts about him last week because while I do think he's quite attractive indeed, there is a serious lack of easy conversation. It's not like a firing squad of awkward or anything, but certainly not a level at which I'd like to date someone. And his death knell was sounded when I met his friends this weekend. They're all really awesome, funny, nice guys, absolutely. But we don't so much.... get each other. If that's relatively understandable. And if I don't feel comfortable around a guy's friends, well, that's a surprisingly significant deal breaker for me. I'd never want to take someone away from their friends, and you know how excited I am about hanging out with people who make me uncomfortable. So excited that I'm compelled to adjourn to my house. Alone. Haha, so, yes, there's no more of that, but I genuinely really doubt that he'll be particularly torn up - trust me, there wasn't a whole lot there on either side.
Fifth, no mention was made of frying-pan-Sam because he's dropped from my sit-com for the most part in recent weeks. A shame, but we'll see if he makes a comeback. I'm fairly certain that I'm kind of his "I'm pretty sure she's an option if I run out of first-string players" girl, and that's fine, because he may or may not fill the same roll for me. Fun to flirt with, though.
Last of all, it's intriguing that you'd mention the boy with the car ding, because....er.....welll.......I may have seriously, seriously muddled that one. As in a rather humiliating snafu has occurred on that front. I am ashamed. You shall be ashamed for me too, before I have finished. I really wish that I could just not tell you this, but....I feel obligated.
So, unlike you, I don't feel that Brett deserved a second date, because I felt that that would just give him an opportunity to make an imprudent investiture of time and money in me, which doesn't seem right to me, and to give him the impression that I was more interested than I was, which REALLY doesn't seem acceptable. I was worried that I'd have to mention something about the marvels of friendship in the near future, but had no immediate plans to do so unless he actually asked me on that second date.
Following our first date, however, his texting became more frequent, to the tune of daily missives regarding my plans, my day, etc. My roommate and one of his are dating, and according to her, he was really starting to like me. I was distressed by this fact. Also perplexed. Not that I'm not likable, but that someone like him would like me....he's all warm and fuzzy and feeling-y and stuff. Like....I'm so deeply unclassy to say this....but rather more girl than I am. Did I mention that he pursued one of my other roommates prior to me? And apparently had several conversations with her discussing, in depth, the many wrongs wrought upon him by the hoydens he'd dated in the past?
Sigh. I never think that bodes well. Ever.
Anyhow. The apparent liking concerned me, but I had no immediate plan to take action until I had a conversation with a roommate and a guy friend, both of whom said that by regularly returning his texts and talking to him about relationships and dating (even my dates with other guys, which I'd thought would have the opposite effect) were leading this kid on.
Generally, although I'm not always marvelous at behaving in concert with this idea, I don't believe in leading boys on, if I can help it. At the encouragement of my roommates and this guy friend, I sent Brett a text that, I hoped, would clarify the idea I was going for while pretending to be unaware that he was truly interested.
This is a very very close approximation of the text: "Hey, so I know that this is just a friendly thing and everything, but just in the spirit of ensuring that we're on the same page, friends is good."
In fact, that might be the wording exactly. And yes, although my saying this is not going to keep YOU from your lecture, I know it was stupid. Stupid, and arrogant, and perhaps even a little condescending, and really just egregiously inadvisable. A whole host of unfortunate adjectives. Oh, I know. I should learn to listen to my own gut and not other people.
I will briefly speak for the defense, though, and say that I genuinely thought that I was doing the right thing, or an approximation thereof. I certainly wasn't prepared for his reaction, though.
First of all, he asked me why I said that. This made me nervous. I think I said something weak and unfortunate like, "because....friendship....yay....." and then he's like, no, seriously, why would you feel like you had to say that? I think I said something weak and unfortunate again, to the effect of, "er....sorry, because I'm mildly delusional, obviously....." His follow-up three page text said that he knew exactly how I felt after the date and that my text was completely unnecessary and that he was totally reading that I was not into him. [Side note, you're not really going to escape a blow-by-blow of the text convo at this point. I apologize, and then undermine my apology by continuing:] I told him that I was just trying to be sure that we knew where everything stood, and that I wasn't accusing him of being obtuse or anything of that nature.
His abjectly mystifying response, "So you're saying I shouldn't write you off, then?"
Uhhhhhhh..............Did I just send....that? Perplexed, I responded with the stupidest, and most egregiously lacking-in-tact text of this conversation: "Oh, definitely write me off. But I'm perplexed that you're so disgruntled about this - I know I could have said this better, but I really don't believe in giving others false hope."
He then said he was mad because of my assumption, and asked if I just assumed that every RM was falling in love with me
Ha, just got a text from the man himself asking if I had a good day. Believe this is a stab at casual conversation.
Continuing with regularly scheduled programming, however - I told him that generally, no, but usually my friends don't ask me on dates or text me every day, so I was just jumping to conclusions based on previous experience, and was wrong, apparently.
End of story, he was deeply bugged. Oh, and he insisted that it would have been better if I'd just asked him up front whether or not he liked me....Which I really don't agree with. If he saw where that was going, he'd probably have said no, and if he did in fact like me and I'm not the world's most repugnantly conceited person, he might have thought I was going to tell him I liked him.
Really, I think that the only way to make that better would have been for me not to say anything at all.
Let's see, other things of note.....Mrs. Chanandeler Bong is the one I want. For definitely. And I'm worried that I can't have him, but also worried that if I believe that, it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's throwing everything off-kilter and I'm just not taking action at all, of late. Which is going to kill my chances whether I had any in the first place or not.... Annoying.
I'm feeling strangely introspective at the moment. I think that it may have something to do with the fact that I've been listening to my "Mellow" playlist for a while now, and I keep losing the general thread of my thoughts and then catching them again at the tail end of really dramatic lyrical phrases and it's doing some seriously bizarre things to my ability to feel coherent.
I've decided that, for the first time, I'm going to respond as fully and clearly to everything you told me last week, since I usually just gabble (why yes, that IS a word now) on about nothing and joyfulness and such, and I don't know that that's fair. :)
Alright, so:
First, I'm mildly entertained that you'd advise me against attempting to see Matt in the immediate future. Haha, I don't suppose you remember how often it was that I sought out the company of one Andrew Smith, do you? We were in the same room only when it was essentially inescapable for me. I didn't ever really call him up or make an attempt to hang out with him. At least not by senior year. And this is because I am, in fact, a pansy, and go out of my way to avoid boys that I want and can't have. Matt stands in no danger of me encroaching on his recently-returnededness. :) Believe me. I may never see the kid again. I just made the comment because I think it's lame that I have any preoccupation with the idea at all. I definitely never had any intention of making good on it :P
Second, my thoughts on the DJ now, since we hung out again on Friday (I don't really think it qualifies as a date), is that he's grand and most definitely not for me. See, I wasn't particularly forthcoming on my thoughts about him last week because while I do think he's quite attractive indeed, there is a serious lack of easy conversation. It's not like a firing squad of awkward or anything, but certainly not a level at which I'd like to date someone. And his death knell was sounded when I met his friends this weekend. They're all really awesome, funny, nice guys, absolutely. But we don't so much.... get each other. If that's relatively understandable. And if I don't feel comfortable around a guy's friends, well, that's a surprisingly significant deal breaker for me. I'd never want to take someone away from their friends, and you know how excited I am about hanging out with people who make me uncomfortable. So excited that I'm compelled to adjourn to my house. Alone. Haha, so, yes, there's no more of that, but I genuinely really doubt that he'll be particularly torn up - trust me, there wasn't a whole lot there on either side.
Fifth, no mention was made of frying-pan-Sam because he's dropped from my sit-com for the most part in recent weeks. A shame, but we'll see if he makes a comeback. I'm fairly certain that I'm kind of his "I'm pretty sure she's an option if I run out of first-string players" girl, and that's fine, because he may or may not fill the same roll for me. Fun to flirt with, though.
Last of all, it's intriguing that you'd mention the boy with the car ding, because....er.....welll.......I may have seriously, seriously muddled that one. As in a rather humiliating snafu has occurred on that front. I am ashamed. You shall be ashamed for me too, before I have finished. I really wish that I could just not tell you this, but....I feel obligated.
So, unlike you, I don't feel that Brett deserved a second date, because I felt that that would just give him an opportunity to make an imprudent investiture of time and money in me, which doesn't seem right to me, and to give him the impression that I was more interested than I was, which REALLY doesn't seem acceptable. I was worried that I'd have to mention something about the marvels of friendship in the near future, but had no immediate plans to do so unless he actually asked me on that second date.
Following our first date, however, his texting became more frequent, to the tune of daily missives regarding my plans, my day, etc. My roommate and one of his are dating, and according to her, he was really starting to like me. I was distressed by this fact. Also perplexed. Not that I'm not likable, but that someone like him would like me....he's all warm and fuzzy and feeling-y and stuff. Like....I'm so deeply unclassy to say this....but rather more girl than I am. Did I mention that he pursued one of my other roommates prior to me? And apparently had several conversations with her discussing, in depth, the many wrongs wrought upon him by the hoydens he'd dated in the past?
Sigh. I never think that bodes well. Ever.
Anyhow. The apparent liking concerned me, but I had no immediate plan to take action until I had a conversation with a roommate and a guy friend, both of whom said that by regularly returning his texts and talking to him about relationships and dating (even my dates with other guys, which I'd thought would have the opposite effect) were leading this kid on.
Generally, although I'm not always marvelous at behaving in concert with this idea, I don't believe in leading boys on, if I can help it. At the encouragement of my roommates and this guy friend, I sent Brett a text that, I hoped, would clarify the idea I was going for while pretending to be unaware that he was truly interested.
This is a very very close approximation of the text: "Hey, so I know that this is just a friendly thing and everything, but just in the spirit of ensuring that we're on the same page, friends is good."
In fact, that might be the wording exactly. And yes, although my saying this is not going to keep YOU from your lecture, I know it was stupid. Stupid, and arrogant, and perhaps even a little condescending, and really just egregiously inadvisable. A whole host of unfortunate adjectives. Oh, I know. I should learn to listen to my own gut and not other people.
I will briefly speak for the defense, though, and say that I genuinely thought that I was doing the right thing, or an approximation thereof. I certainly wasn't prepared for his reaction, though.
First of all, he asked me why I said that. This made me nervous. I think I said something weak and unfortunate like, "because....friendship....yay....." and then he's like, no, seriously, why would you feel like you had to say that? I think I said something weak and unfortunate again, to the effect of, "er....sorry, because I'm mildly delusional, obviously....." His follow-up three page text said that he knew exactly how I felt after the date and that my text was completely unnecessary and that he was totally reading that I was not into him. [Side note, you're not really going to escape a blow-by-blow of the text convo at this point. I apologize, and then undermine my apology by continuing:] I told him that I was just trying to be sure that we knew where everything stood, and that I wasn't accusing him of being obtuse or anything of that nature.
His abjectly mystifying response, "So you're saying I shouldn't write you off, then?"
Uhhhhhhh..............Did I just send....that? Perplexed, I responded with the stupidest, and most egregiously lacking-in-tact text of this conversation: "Oh, definitely write me off. But I'm perplexed that you're so disgruntled about this - I know I could have said this better, but I really don't believe in giving others false hope."
He then said he was mad because of my assumption, and asked if I just assumed that every RM was falling in love with me
Ha, just got a text from the man himself asking if I had a good day. Believe this is a stab at casual conversation.
Continuing with regularly scheduled programming, however - I told him that generally, no, but usually my friends don't ask me on dates or text me every day, so I was just jumping to conclusions based on previous experience, and was wrong, apparently.
End of story, he was deeply bugged. Oh, and he insisted that it would have been better if I'd just asked him up front whether or not he liked me....Which I really don't agree with. If he saw where that was going, he'd probably have said no, and if he did in fact like me and I'm not the world's most repugnantly conceited person, he might have thought I was going to tell him I liked him.
Really, I think that the only way to make that better would have been for me not to say anything at all.
Let's see, other things of note.....Mrs. Chanandeler Bong is the one I want. For definitely. And I'm worried that I can't have him, but also worried that if I believe that, it will become a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's throwing everything off-kilter and I'm just not taking action at all, of late. Which is going to kill my chances whether I had any in the first place or not.... Annoying.
Mrs. Chanandeler Bong
(March 21, 2011)
I really, truly love that you referred to the hot-amazing-musician man as Mrs. Chanandeler Bong. I don't know that I'm actually going to tell you what his real name is because the replacement is so dang funny. So, the hereafter-known-as-Mrs.-Chandeler-Bong boy of hotness was on Facebook chat this Thursday, and I impulsively (as is pretty much my adjective of choice for any dealings with boys) decided to just send him a little thing about how it was fun to sing together and we should do it again. I then settle in to take a middle of the day nap but am overjoyed to hear the little Facebook chat ding of happiness!!
Mrs. Chanandeler Bong has concurred, and says that he is, in fact, going over to our bishop's at just that very moment to go do some jamming (this only sounds weird if you don't know our bishop, who's awesome and incredibly good at the guitar and bass and drums and any number of musical instruments.) I tell Mrs. Bong that this is most exciting, and he says I can come along if I like.
I pretended to think about that for a little while, but I ended up going and jamming with him and the bishop. Oh, more of the singing and guitar and awesomeness. I LOVE singing with him.... La la la.... Ha ha ha...Mrs. Chanandeler Bong is so attractive. I don't think you understand. I'm pretty sure that he's not actually attracted to me - my ability to read those vibes is rarely off the mark - but he's making it annoyingly difficult not to like him. He's fun to talk to and incredibly laid back and he makes a truly unusual amount of eye contact....oh, and when I was walking by him and a girl from our ward the other day, I said hi, and I hear, as I walk away, "Did you know that Kristen's like crazy good at the piano and at singing?"
Ah, Chanandeler. So attractive. So flattering. So unattainable. If you continue to be all of these things, I shall spontaneously combust. I shall. Let's just go with easiest to fix and you can just stop complimenting me, K?
In other news, Matt Palmer is home. Matt Palmer of high school pre-Kristen's-whoring days fame. And ever since this news has broken, I find myself mildly incapable of normal function. I may or may not be a bit preoccupied with the idea of seeing him again. Will you please tell me how lame that is? My rational mind has been trying to tell me that since last night, when this piece of information was shared with me, but it's having no effect.
Oh, but this weekend was an historic one. Drumroll please....I had two dates this weekend. One Friday and one Saturday. I don't know what to do with myself, that is just INSANE. That has never happened to me before, ever. One of them was with the-apparently-not-lying-and-very-attractive-DJ and the other was with Brett, random boy from my ward. I was pretty sure that I wasn't into Brett prior to our date, and I'm certain now, but I figured I'd give him one courtesy date on which to possibly change my mind about my initial dating score for him.
Details of note: DJ and I held hands again, and I think he might be into me, but I'm so distracted by the prospect of Chanandeler that I'm not capable of processing my thoughts on this development.
I put a really sizable ding in the door of Brett's car at the very end of the date, which is horrible. If he asks me again, I might just say yes out of guilt.
So that's boy ness. Can I just get you to commiserate with me that my dating life has, by all accounts, recently entered a perplexing but not altogether distressing parallel universe, a complete and utter diversion from what it was? I just need someone to see this.
I really, truly love that you referred to the hot-amazing-musician man as Mrs. Chanandeler Bong. I don't know that I'm actually going to tell you what his real name is because the replacement is so dang funny. So, the hereafter-known-as-Mrs.-Chandeler-Bong boy of hotness was on Facebook chat this Thursday, and I impulsively (as is pretty much my adjective of choice for any dealings with boys) decided to just send him a little thing about how it was fun to sing together and we should do it again. I then settle in to take a middle of the day nap but am overjoyed to hear the little Facebook chat ding of happiness!!
Mrs. Chanandeler Bong has concurred, and says that he is, in fact, going over to our bishop's at just that very moment to go do some jamming (this only sounds weird if you don't know our bishop, who's awesome and incredibly good at the guitar and bass and drums and any number of musical instruments.) I tell Mrs. Bong that this is most exciting, and he says I can come along if I like.
I pretended to think about that for a little while, but I ended up going and jamming with him and the bishop. Oh, more of the singing and guitar and awesomeness. I LOVE singing with him.... La la la.... Ha ha ha...Mrs. Chanandeler Bong is so attractive. I don't think you understand. I'm pretty sure that he's not actually attracted to me - my ability to read those vibes is rarely off the mark - but he's making it annoyingly difficult not to like him. He's fun to talk to and incredibly laid back and he makes a truly unusual amount of eye contact....oh, and when I was walking by him and a girl from our ward the other day, I said hi, and I hear, as I walk away, "Did you know that Kristen's like crazy good at the piano and at singing?"
Ah, Chanandeler. So attractive. So flattering. So unattainable. If you continue to be all of these things, I shall spontaneously combust. I shall. Let's just go with easiest to fix and you can just stop complimenting me, K?
In other news, Matt Palmer is home. Matt Palmer of high school pre-Kristen's-whoring days fame. And ever since this news has broken, I find myself mildly incapable of normal function. I may or may not be a bit preoccupied with the idea of seeing him again. Will you please tell me how lame that is? My rational mind has been trying to tell me that since last night, when this piece of information was shared with me, but it's having no effect.
Oh, but this weekend was an historic one. Drumroll please....I had two dates this weekend. One Friday and one Saturday. I don't know what to do with myself, that is just INSANE. That has never happened to me before, ever. One of them was with the-apparently-not-lying-and-very-attractive-DJ and the other was with Brett, random boy from my ward. I was pretty sure that I wasn't into Brett prior to our date, and I'm certain now, but I figured I'd give him one courtesy date on which to possibly change my mind about my initial dating score for him.
Details of note: DJ and I held hands again, and I think he might be into me, but I'm so distracted by the prospect of Chanandeler that I'm not capable of processing my thoughts on this development.
I put a really sizable ding in the door of Brett's car at the very end of the date, which is horrible. If he asks me again, I might just say yes out of guilt.
So that's boy ness. Can I just get you to commiserate with me that my dating life has, by all accounts, recently entered a perplexing but not altogether distressing parallel universe, a complete and utter diversion from what it was? I just need someone to see this.
Boys
(February 28, 2011)
There's this bizarre thing happening.....It's called boys....think I'm funny. And enjoy talking to me. It's utterly perplexing, I don't know what to do with myself. I've had to recalculate my personal characterization of me as generally insufferable if you're male and not possessed of the patience of Job, and you know, I can't say that I'm overly distressed about it. I keep meeting boys in my ward and they're all full of this, "Oo, look at Kristen's sass," and "Listen to Kristen's marvelous sarcasm," and "Kristen is deliciously snarky and I just want to keep her in my life forever!" That last one may or may not have been exaggerated/fabricated by myself. We're pretending that's what boys think. And you know, I'm fully expecting a lecture intended to shrink my charmingly tumescent head. That's one of your most impressive talents, friend. If I thought I was capable myself, I'd take care of it.
But before you bring me down off my cloud, on which I am borne with marvelously colorful delusions of my own grandeur, I wish to tell you a happy story. About a boy (I feel that it is important to note, at this particular juncture, that I do, in fact, derive a great deal of pleasure in my life from things that don't have a y-chromosome. Such as my roommates, school, singing, dancing, friends, walking to school, music, etc, etc, I just don't tell you of such things because I do so hate to bore you.) Haha, so this boy is exceptionally attractive...and he sings, and he plays the guitar, and to round out the cliche, he's in my FHE family. Darharhar, please. Get all jokes about BYU marriage and fhe families out, do it now. :) Anyhow, the first time I saw him, I was like helllllloooooo, let's be friends! (And yes, I'm aware of the overuse of italics. You can handle it, I swear.) Then later, we had this awesome bishop's ball thing that was really just a decidedly unveiled attempt to recreate the dress code and atmosphere of a high school dance. Perhaps minus the three or four couples grinding awkwardly. It was truly awesome. I wore one of my fifty little black dresses and tried way too hard to look attractive, because that's genuinely fun for me. It all paid off, however. You know in movies, where girl walks into a crowded room and boy gets this your-attractiveness-just-took-a-figurative-frying-pan-to-my-face-and-all-I-can-do-is-stare-with-my-mouth-open-in-a-sweet-but-decidedly-less-than-dignified-manner look? I could be completely delusional, it wouldn't be the first time, but I will swear to you that not five seconds after I walked in, this kid legitimately had that look on his face. DUDE. THAT FACE EXISTS IN REAL LIFE!!!
And there was triumph.
There's this bizarre thing happening.....It's called boys....think I'm funny. And enjoy talking to me. It's utterly perplexing, I don't know what to do with myself. I've had to recalculate my personal characterization of me as generally insufferable if you're male and not possessed of the patience of Job, and you know, I can't say that I'm overly distressed about it. I keep meeting boys in my ward and they're all full of this, "Oo, look at Kristen's sass," and "Listen to Kristen's marvelous sarcasm," and "Kristen is deliciously snarky and I just want to keep her in my life forever!" That last one may or may not have been exaggerated/fabricated by myself. We're pretending that's what boys think. And you know, I'm fully expecting a lecture intended to shrink my charmingly tumescent head. That's one of your most impressive talents, friend. If I thought I was capable myself, I'd take care of it.
But before you bring me down off my cloud, on which I am borne with marvelously colorful delusions of my own grandeur, I wish to tell you a happy story. About a boy (I feel that it is important to note, at this particular juncture, that I do, in fact, derive a great deal of pleasure in my life from things that don't have a y-chromosome. Such as my roommates, school, singing, dancing, friends, walking to school, music, etc, etc, I just don't tell you of such things because I do so hate to bore you.) Haha, so this boy is exceptionally attractive...and he sings, and he plays the guitar, and to round out the cliche, he's in my FHE family. Darharhar, please. Get all jokes about BYU marriage and fhe families out, do it now. :) Anyhow, the first time I saw him, I was like helllllloooooo, let's be friends! (And yes, I'm aware of the overuse of italics. You can handle it, I swear.) Then later, we had this awesome bishop's ball thing that was really just a decidedly unveiled attempt to recreate the dress code and atmosphere of a high school dance. Perhaps minus the three or four couples grinding awkwardly. It was truly awesome. I wore one of my fifty little black dresses and tried way too hard to look attractive, because that's genuinely fun for me. It all paid off, however. You know in movies, where girl walks into a crowded room and boy gets this your-attractiveness-just-took-a-figurative-frying-pan-to-my-face-and-all-I-can-do-is-stare-with-my-mouth-open-in-a-sweet-but-decidedly-less-than-dignified-manner look? I could be completely delusional, it wouldn't be the first time, but I will swear to you that not five seconds after I walked in, this kid legitimately had that look on his face. DUDE. THAT FACE EXISTS IN REAL LIFE!!!
And there was triumph.
Excerpt of Life
I slack. I know. Get over it. I've decided that I'll be posting random shiz from the last year or so, as copied from my emails to a friend. I'm all about efficiency. Gear up, life's about to get interesting around here.
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