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a date?
I'm not sure what's happening.
I think I have a date tomorrow. I've been wrong about this before, so I'm avoiding taking the hardline stance. So, yeah... maybe.
We're going to see a movie. That part's settled. La Misma Luna. Under the Same Moon.
It's probably a date, but I'm never really sure these days.
I hope so.
Despite all this "don't expect too much" and "we'll just see what happens" and "yes, I do feel slightly jaded," I really, really hope that it's actually a date. I really dislike being wrong about that.
I just never get used to it.
How are you supposed to get used to not listening to your stupid hopeful instincts?
Anyway, she seems quite nice. And I... I think she likes me. It seems likely, but... well, see above.
I'm reluctant to say more until tomorrow is past.
So just wish me luck, I guess.
I need lots of luck. I need something, anyway. This semester's been all wrong, ever since I first left for Thailand.
No rhythm, no soul. No motive force. So confused, uncertain. Afraid.
The future is coming for me. I can feel it's breath on my neck. And I don't want to go outside.
But tomorrow I will go out, and I will do my best to be at ease, animated, open and clear, easy and sure of myself. Warm, interesting.
And I'm pretty damn sure that movie is going to make me cry.
I'm not sure what's happening.
I think I have a date tomorrow. I've been wrong about this before, so I'm avoiding taking the hardline stance. So, yeah... maybe.
We're going to see a movie. That part's settled. La Misma Luna. Under the Same Moon.
It's probably a date, but I'm never really sure these days.
I hope so.
Despite all this "don't expect too much" and "we'll just see what happens" and "yes, I do feel slightly jaded," I really, really hope that it's actually a date. I really dislike being wrong about that.
I just never get used to it.
How are you supposed to get used to not listening to your stupid hopeful instincts?
Anyway, she seems quite nice. And I... I think she likes me. It seems likely, but... well, see above.
I'm reluctant to say more until tomorrow is past.
So just wish me luck, I guess.
I need lots of luck. I need something, anyway. This semester's been all wrong, ever since I first left for Thailand.
No rhythm, no soul. No motive force. So confused, uncertain. Afraid.
The future is coming for me. I can feel it's breath on my neck. And I don't want to go outside.
But tomorrow I will go out, and I will do my best to be at ease, animated, open and clear, easy and sure of myself. Warm, interesting.
And I'm pretty damn sure that movie is going to make me cry.