Squee!
Yeah: I'm still at school. I was wandering, killing time until the last bus comes -- which is shortly so I'll be brief. I walked to the closed cafeteria to get a candy bar from the machine. I was contemplating changing to the morning math class. I =hate= mornings, but at least it would be out of the way and the rest of the day would be mine. I'm walking, deciding and I hear: "Heeeeeey, Lula!"
I look around and it's Legs. She =always= sees me before I see her. And she's over six feet tall! Perhaps that's why: periscopic vision. Anyway. She said that Holidays had killed her and that she still has my info. She was with someone else. I always think it's a good sign when someone doesn't ignore you when they are with someone else.
Oh, well. I'm sad. That made me happy! It takes so, so little....
ETA: We ended up taking the same bus home, Legs and myself. I found out more about her. We're both in the nursing program. She likes to sing -- wow. Sound and touch are =powerful= to me, even though my right ear is screwed. I hearing the voices of those I like/love and paying attention to the timbre, noticing quivers or scratchiness. I enjoy hearing stories from others because the =sound= of certain voices is so very comforting. Anyway. I learned more! She played piano for 10 years then she "lost the joy", but it's slowly calling her back. She said if she gets pulled away from nursing it would be for something like music. I really like her and it's taking a lot to keep my recessive stalker gene in check. I'm so sad I'm wanting to leave math where it is so that I can have this time with her each Tuesday and Thursday evening. Go ahead: you can laugh at me. I am!
I look around and it's Legs. She =always= sees me before I see her. And she's over six feet tall! Perhaps that's why: periscopic vision. Anyway. She said that Holidays had killed her and that she still has my info. She was with someone else. I always think it's a good sign when someone doesn't ignore you when they are with someone else.
Oh, well. I'm sad. That made me happy! It takes so, so little....
ETA: We ended up taking the same bus home, Legs and myself. I found out more about her. We're both in the nursing program. She likes to sing -- wow. Sound and touch are =powerful= to me, even though my right ear is screwed. I hearing the voices of those I like/love and paying attention to the timbre, noticing quivers or scratchiness. I enjoy hearing stories from others because the =sound= of certain voices is so very comforting. Anyway. I learned more! She played piano for 10 years then she "lost the joy", but it's slowly calling her back. She said if she gets pulled away from nursing it would be for something like music. I really like her and it's taking a lot to keep my recessive stalker gene in check. I'm so sad I'm wanting to leave math where it is so that I can have this time with her each Tuesday and Thursday evening. Go ahead: you can laugh at me. I am!