Mm. Business attire.
So far, I've been told I'm evil, clever, strong, smart, and cunning. I assume this means that my plan is working. Not that' it's really in any way diabolical--not surface-wise anyway. I'm only being nice. And wearing heels.
It helps to get a confidence boost from certain unnamed teacher figures. But the fact that I need another man to help me get over a man in the first place is a bit unsettling. However, as this teacher figure is completely unavailable and most likely forever will be so, I may as well consider it getting over him by myself with the help of friends. His e-mail did make me flutter inside though.
I finally got up off my ass and went to the library, but other than pull out the books I intend to read, I just went online window shopping. I really can't wait until I get to wear pencil skirts to work all the time. It would make me so happy.
I had a very vivid daydream (which inspired me to go online window shopping for business attire) where I came back after my two years away from England to the pub with everyone there. I see だにのいんぽ with his back toward me, in conversation with the others. I put a finger to my lips when some at the table see me coming, and they don't give a hint that I'm there. I rest my wrists upon だにのいんぽ's shoulders, hands gently clasped in front of his chest and lean down to whisper in his ear, "Miss me much?"
He turns around to see me in the tightest, sexiest black pencil skirt, ruched red top with a plunging neckline, and heels that kill. Oh, how much fun it would be to savor that look in his eye. "Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to tell me what you want to drink?" I ask.
Oh, it makes me giggle. Alas, they are but vindictive, girlish fantasies. I will be wearing pencil skirts when I'm a professor though. You can bet on that.
There is just something about being tailored to a T that gives a sense of perfected power, I think. When you're all put together, it seems like nothing can ever tear you apart, and it affects your demeanor and your confidence. I want that. And in all honesty, recently even wearing just heeled boots gives that kind of feminine strength to me. Well, that and I become at least two or three inches taller than he is. Hah.
If I can, I've decided I shall be trying to arrive home by the 23rd of June in order to make summer courses, as I was practically begged to go by teacher figure. ^_^ It's as close to an 'I miss you,' as I'll possibly get.
'I look forward to when you come back. I'm teaching ____ over the
summer, so I'll be in SB. And any suggestions you have for ____ would be greatly welcomed
(I may even teach an excerpt of Chapman's Ovid, the course will definitely be poetry
heavy) [translation: I may even entice you with something in your expertise]. Afterall the other reason I enjoy reading your essays is because you know so much that I really learn a lot.'
Be still, my inner-nerd! Thou hast known worse trials of patience than this!
It helps to get a confidence boost from certain unnamed teacher figures. But the fact that I need another man to help me get over a man in the first place is a bit unsettling. However, as this teacher figure is completely unavailable and most likely forever will be so, I may as well consider it getting over him by myself with the help of friends. His e-mail did make me flutter inside though.
I finally got up off my ass and went to the library, but other than pull out the books I intend to read, I just went online window shopping. I really can't wait until I get to wear pencil skirts to work all the time. It would make me so happy.
I had a very vivid daydream (which inspired me to go online window shopping for business attire) where I came back after my two years away from England to the pub with everyone there. I see だにのいんぽ with his back toward me, in conversation with the others. I put a finger to my lips when some at the table see me coming, and they don't give a hint that I'm there. I rest my wrists upon だにのいんぽ's shoulders, hands gently clasped in front of his chest and lean down to whisper in his ear, "Miss me much?"
He turns around to see me in the tightest, sexiest black pencil skirt, ruched red top with a plunging neckline, and heels that kill. Oh, how much fun it would be to savor that look in his eye. "Are you going to stand there staring, or are you going to tell me what you want to drink?" I ask.
Oh, it makes me giggle. Alas, they are but vindictive, girlish fantasies. I will be wearing pencil skirts when I'm a professor though. You can bet on that.
There is just something about being tailored to a T that gives a sense of perfected power, I think. When you're all put together, it seems like nothing can ever tear you apart, and it affects your demeanor and your confidence. I want that. And in all honesty, recently even wearing just heeled boots gives that kind of feminine strength to me. Well, that and I become at least two or three inches taller than he is. Hah.
If I can, I've decided I shall be trying to arrive home by the 23rd of June in order to make summer courses, as I was practically begged to go by teacher figure. ^_^ It's as close to an 'I miss you,' as I'll possibly get.
'I look forward to when you come back. I'm teaching ____ over the
summer, so I'll be in SB. And any suggestions you have for ____ would be greatly welcomed
(I may even teach an excerpt of Chapman's Ovid, the course will definitely be poetry
heavy) [translation: I may even entice you with something in your expertise]. Afterall the other reason I enjoy reading your essays is because you know so much that I really learn a lot.'
Be still, my inner-nerd! Thou hast known worse trials of patience than this!