don't speak, I know what you're thinking
So yea. Friday night was an interesting night. Dare I say I had fun at Ballroom? I think so! I talked to Slap Shot and Chicken Little that night. Slap Shot and I are are semi not talking right now. but that's not the focus of this entry.
She is.
For those of you who read either of my LJ's, Alli was a girl I met at a axo party last year. We went on a few dates but nothing came of it, mainly because durign winter term some ugly stuff happened and I had to hear about it from my source Chicken Little. Anyway, being me. I moved on and didn't look back. fast forward to Wednesday afternoon, guess who shows up in my creative writing class. Durign roll call when my name gets called Alli turns and looks at me. We're in a U shape. SO i look back at her and subtly nod my head. this throws everything off, I ran into Alli a few times last year adn we just sort of looked at each other and maybe said hi once or twice. SO back in class I'm hapopy with the fact that i no longer have the urge to throw something heavy at Alli (it would probably bounce off of her anyway and hit me).
So Chicken Little says that Alli wants to be friends with me. I do not want to be Alli's friend. The time for being friends is over. I mean i no longer have any feelings of rage at Alli, I don't feel anything. and Chicken Little told me that Alli thought I was glaring at her, I wasn't. i was just shocked.
Anyway, that's the story.
This little tidbit goes out to Slap Shot:
"It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts "
She is.
For those of you who read either of my LJ's, Alli was a girl I met at a axo party last year. We went on a few dates but nothing came of it, mainly because durign winter term some ugly stuff happened and I had to hear about it from my source Chicken Little. Anyway, being me. I moved on and didn't look back. fast forward to Wednesday afternoon, guess who shows up in my creative writing class. Durign roll call when my name gets called Alli turns and looks at me. We're in a U shape. SO i look back at her and subtly nod my head. this throws everything off, I ran into Alli a few times last year adn we just sort of looked at each other and maybe said hi once or twice. SO back in class I'm hapopy with the fact that i no longer have the urge to throw something heavy at Alli (it would probably bounce off of her anyway and hit me).
So Chicken Little says that Alli wants to be friends with me. I do not want to be Alli's friend. The time for being friends is over. I mean i no longer have any feelings of rage at Alli, I don't feel anything. and Chicken Little told me that Alli thought I was glaring at her, I wasn't. i was just shocked.
Anyway, that's the story.
This little tidbit goes out to Slap Shot:
"It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts "