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I have been enjoying myself lately.
This morning, I gained the courage to finally make small conversation with that gorgeous boy who sits behind me in my Anthropology discussion. It was for a mere moment after class when I commented upon exiting how pointless it was to have done a worksheet that wasn't to be collected that we exchanged few words and walked all of three meters together. As always, I anticipated the lecture later in the day, where he sits three or four seats to the left of me. Having nothing to write with, I whispered to Steph' to pretend she had nothing for me to borrow, and she quite clearly and loudly answered so when I asked her aloud. Spinning left in my chair, I turned to the boys who sat behind me, asking if they had a pen I could borrow, eying the boy, now to my right, who soon after slid a pen across to me while the other boys rummaged in their bags. Thanking them all, I turned forward and giggled like a school girl in my arms. After class, the boy had almost left the row when I said, "Hey!" I returned to him his pen and said I didn't know his name. He told me it and I told him mine, mentioning it wasn't an easy one. He agreed that it wasn't but said he would remember it.
Mmmmmmmmmm. I want him.
Also, I hung out with a sponsored skier from Rochester. It's not a big deal, asides from the fact that's he a pretty damn attractive man in his mid-twenties.
You know how I do with those men in their mid-twenties.
DOODILY DING DONG TICK TOCK.
DETHKLOK.
On a note from the down-side:
I really wanted to go down to Jersey for a weekend, but of course, prices sky-rocketed while I was waiting on the most unreliable person to let me know if he could actually go. AWESOME! So yes, now I'm wondering if I should dish out the one-hundred plus bucks it costs to visit my best friend the weekend after his birthday, not to mention the rest of my lovelies down in Jersey whom I miss all too much. I also wanted to, the weekend after my birthday, visit Sweta. There is little to no chance that I'll be able to do both, though, completely because of money.
I watched maybe seven and a half hours of LOST on Monday and I don't know how many hours of it I viewed over the weekend, but this show is wicked intense...
"We're casting quarters into wells that hold our dreams."
This morning, I gained the courage to finally make small conversation with that gorgeous boy who sits behind me in my Anthropology discussion. It was for a mere moment after class when I commented upon exiting how pointless it was to have done a worksheet that wasn't to be collected that we exchanged few words and walked all of three meters together. As always, I anticipated the lecture later in the day, where he sits three or four seats to the left of me. Having nothing to write with, I whispered to Steph' to pretend she had nothing for me to borrow, and she quite clearly and loudly answered so when I asked her aloud. Spinning left in my chair, I turned to the boys who sat behind me, asking if they had a pen I could borrow, eying the boy, now to my right, who soon after slid a pen across to me while the other boys rummaged in their bags. Thanking them all, I turned forward and giggled like a school girl in my arms. After class, the boy had almost left the row when I said, "Hey!" I returned to him his pen and said I didn't know his name. He told me it and I told him mine, mentioning it wasn't an easy one. He agreed that it wasn't but said he would remember it.
Mmmmmmmmmm. I want him.
Also, I hung out with a sponsored skier from Rochester. It's not a big deal, asides from the fact that's he a pretty damn attractive man in his mid-twenties.
You know how I do with those men in their mid-twenties.
DOODILY DING DONG TICK TOCK.
DETHKLOK.
On a note from the down-side:
I really wanted to go down to Jersey for a weekend, but of course, prices sky-rocketed while I was waiting on the most unreliable person to let me know if he could actually go. AWESOME! So yes, now I'm wondering if I should dish out the one-hundred plus bucks it costs to visit my best friend the weekend after his birthday, not to mention the rest of my lovelies down in Jersey whom I miss all too much. I also wanted to, the weekend after my birthday, visit Sweta. There is little to no chance that I'll be able to do both, though, completely because of money.
I watched maybe seven and a half hours of LOST on Monday and I don't know how many hours of it I viewed over the weekend, but this show is wicked intense...
"We're casting quarters into wells that hold our dreams."