There was this thing flying around next to my desk. A moth or something. Just flying around, doing its thing. It’s not as though i bore it any specific malice or anything, but it was a bug flying around in my room, you know? I grabbed hold of my Coldplay cd and swatted it down from mid-air — it fell, paralyzed, onto my printer.
Probably crushed its wings, i thought. Poor thing.
An entire Coldplay cd later and i still have the empty white box of blogger open trying to think of what to say when, out of my peripheral vision, i see something winging about to my left. I turn around and, sure enough, the thing is back.
I would still be lying on the printer. I swatted it down with the case of my next cd.
Poor thing.
Archives for January 2002
Where to begin.
This feels disturbingly like ninth grade. I remember my ninth grade dance… there was quite a fiasco about who i would bring, and i wound up bringing the most harmless nonromantic person i could bring and i wound up having an excellent time. I don’t know what possessed me to attempt to use an invitation to a dance as a tool of romantic acquisition, but it probably for the best that i didn’t get a chance to ask. Of course, not having a chance to ask made me possibly more miserable than hearing a no, but thank god other people have more sense than me. Thank God.
So, we danced for hours and had excellent fun, and it didn’t occur to me once that i wished i was with anyone else. Sometimes life has its serendipitous ways with us and we don’t even realize it until the dancing is done.
Finally. If i hadn’t gone $49.02 over my credit limit today paying for DSL hardware i would be signed up already. Monday, Monday, Monday…
Um… thank you? I mean… hell, anyone who calls me sassy and then in the same breath acknowledges my “bunch of girlfriends” has definitely improved my day.
(“bunch”? Like, a bunch of grapes. Doesn’t that imply more than one? Maybe this connects back to the part about me being “Lesbian Boy“)
Speaking of which, try to follow this one:
At the start of Fall Semester i was in a student written/directed play. After our second performance, we had a reception, during which i was introduced to a pair of incredibly attractive roommates and a boy whose cuteness i considered a personal affront and challenge. I saw the three of them again at auditions for Lysistrata, where i pointed out the roommates to my own roomies, remarking upon which one i found especially distracting (despite their separate but equally stunning attractiveness). The other one of them was cast in the play, and shortly thereafter i was informed that she “wanted to marry me,” which struck me as strange since we hadn’t ever really spoken at length. I proceeded to make a sloppy drunken mess of hitting on her at a party, while i had the majority of my conversation with her uninterested roommate. A month later i asked said uninterested roommate out on a date based on her interest in paying attention to me upon further meetings. It was the perfect date, but did not seem to result in anything romantic, which i lamented at length. Lest i have the chance to put this crush behind me, she wound up being on the Stage Management staff with me for Formicans. Rest assured, it’s been all business. I was encouraged to ask her to our winter Ball, but balked, and when i finally got up the never i found out that she was attending with the cute freshmen guy (obviously my uncharacteristic distraction due to his cuteness was prophetic more than homosexual… who woulda thunk it?). I immediately swore off attending the Ball, only to have my mind changed by (drumroll, anyone?) her roommate, who asked me to go the next day.
So, i’m going to my winter formal with a girl who had a crush on me even though i sortof went on a date with her roommate and only didn’t ask said roommate to the formal because she was already planning to attend with the cute boy i met only seconds after meeting the both of them. Hors d’oeuvres at eight, dancing until one.
Drama served throughout.