that holding cell that is myself.
*big sigh*
So I'm in the square of san marcos
at a coffee shop, i've been working on my homework here for a couple of hours;
i think i now understand why people take their laptops to coffee shops, it gives a weird kind of concentration. If you need to look up and distract yourself for a second you can. but if you do it for too long, you're the person doing nothing just sitting in a coffee shop.
So one needs to keep occupied in a coffee shop to keep up apperances and to explain without words why they are taking the seat they are taking.
AND I'm doing homework.
this is VERY strange.
throughout my high school career i did the smallest amount of homework.
THE smallest.
maybe like 5 times.
this is weird!
but cool!
in a weird nerdy way.
i believe it's mostly the laptop making this so enjoyable.
anyways.
but it's not all fucking laughs and cheers.
=/
I'm sitting here on facebook and ryan logs on.
here's the deal. he went camping on friday night with his friends from cypress.
they came up and went to a camping ground by austin.
he came back sunday afternoon.
The problem is, he lost his backpack while camping.
which held his wallet, his room key, which will cost 220 dollars to replace, and most importantly his phone.
so he can't really contact anyone except he's using facebook IM.
So he told me all this through IM, and i didn't want to sound desperate to see him, but i really wanted to.
so today, I IM him while I'm here at the coffee shop
"hey. I'm at the coffee pot, wanna come?"
he replies with a
"who with?"
i ponder for a second...does it fucking matter who I'm with!? If he likes me as much as he said he did. it shouldnt fucking matter!
i also thought maybe he didn't want my friends or a large group of people to be with me, and he maybe preferred me to be by myself.
so i replied with a
"by my lonesome, i came to do some homework and i needed some quiet"
he was logged on when i sent this. and i have really good reception so it sent right away.
he was online for like 10 minutes without a reply.
he then went idle
for like an hour.
i'm sitting here looking up at every tall boy that walks in with this hopeful face on.
like they have the cure to a desease I've been fighting for years.
but nope.
wouldn't it be cute if he didn't reply to it, he just read it and hoped out of bed and walked quickly over here?
*eyeroll*
^that's what i was thinking
but that would be too easy.
why can't guys just be normal.
i mean if they like you, wouldn't it be logical to ACT like it?
I highly doubt boys are smart and sly enough to think to themselves
"I really like this person but i am not going to show affection because i know that will drive them crazy and make them want me more"
I mean it works FLAWLESSLY.
but i highly doubt thats why they act that way.
and because of him, i have all this built in emotion and i needed to write in my livejournal INSTEAD of doing homework.
so in a nondirect way, he is preventing me from getting work done!
god.
=[
well at least now i know that boys are the same than they are back home.
AND HE'S INTERESING!
AND HE'S NOT A SLUT!
AND HE LIVES SO CLOSE!
which are the things that ruined my last three relationships.
he has none of those!
=/
it amazes me how many things there can be wrong with a person.
it's not them it's me.
urgh.
whatever.
i met a french guy the other day.
his name is victor.
he is VERY cool.
he's here for 17 days, and he speaks broken english + my broken french we made it work.
he lives in Tour, which is in central france
and he's visiting my friend/his girlfriend Laura.
And i kept him company all yesterday.
i really want to visit him when he moves back to france.
we were filling each other in on our culture.
and it's really funny how we really don't know why we do the things we do.
and i believe my french has gotten better.
and we're at the silver line.
did homework in a coffee shop i feel like a bad ass
I'm being bothered by boys' flaws, yet again.
and I met a frenchie.
i need to finish my work now.
*sigh*
i wish someone would tell me a really funny story.
and i could be drinking something when the kicker comes in,
and it squirts out of my nose.
weird craving.
So I'm in the square of san marcos
at a coffee shop, i've been working on my homework here for a couple of hours;
i think i now understand why people take their laptops to coffee shops, it gives a weird kind of concentration. If you need to look up and distract yourself for a second you can. but if you do it for too long, you're the person doing nothing just sitting in a coffee shop.
So one needs to keep occupied in a coffee shop to keep up apperances and to explain without words why they are taking the seat they are taking.
AND I'm doing homework.
this is VERY strange.
throughout my high school career i did the smallest amount of homework.
THE smallest.
maybe like 5 times.
this is weird!
but cool!
in a weird nerdy way.
i believe it's mostly the laptop making this so enjoyable.
anyways.
but it's not all fucking laughs and cheers.
=/
I'm sitting here on facebook and ryan logs on.
here's the deal. he went camping on friday night with his friends from cypress.
they came up and went to a camping ground by austin.
he came back sunday afternoon.
The problem is, he lost his backpack while camping.
which held his wallet, his room key, which will cost 220 dollars to replace, and most importantly his phone.
so he can't really contact anyone except he's using facebook IM.
So he told me all this through IM, and i didn't want to sound desperate to see him, but i really wanted to.
so today, I IM him while I'm here at the coffee shop
"hey. I'm at the coffee pot, wanna come?"
he replies with a
"who with?"
i ponder for a second...does it fucking matter who I'm with!? If he likes me as much as he said he did. it shouldnt fucking matter!
i also thought maybe he didn't want my friends or a large group of people to be with me, and he maybe preferred me to be by myself.
so i replied with a
"by my lonesome, i came to do some homework and i needed some quiet"
he was logged on when i sent this. and i have really good reception so it sent right away.
he was online for like 10 minutes without a reply.
he then went idle
for like an hour.
i'm sitting here looking up at every tall boy that walks in with this hopeful face on.
like they have the cure to a desease I've been fighting for years.
but nope.
wouldn't it be cute if he didn't reply to it, he just read it and hoped out of bed and walked quickly over here?
*eyeroll*
^that's what i was thinking
but that would be too easy.
why can't guys just be normal.
i mean if they like you, wouldn't it be logical to ACT like it?
I highly doubt boys are smart and sly enough to think to themselves
"I really like this person but i am not going to show affection because i know that will drive them crazy and make them want me more"
I mean it works FLAWLESSLY.
but i highly doubt thats why they act that way.
and because of him, i have all this built in emotion and i needed to write in my livejournal INSTEAD of doing homework.
so in a nondirect way, he is preventing me from getting work done!
god.
=[
well at least now i know that boys are the same than they are back home.
AND HE'S INTERESING!
AND HE'S NOT A SLUT!
AND HE LIVES SO CLOSE!
which are the things that ruined my last three relationships.
he has none of those!
=/
it amazes me how many things there can be wrong with a person.
it's not them it's me.
urgh.
whatever.
i met a french guy the other day.
his name is victor.
he is VERY cool.
he's here for 17 days, and he speaks broken english + my broken french we made it work.
he lives in Tour, which is in central france
and he's visiting my friend/his girlfriend Laura.
And i kept him company all yesterday.
i really want to visit him when he moves back to france.
we were filling each other in on our culture.
and it's really funny how we really don't know why we do the things we do.
and i believe my french has gotten better.
and we're at the silver line.
did homework in a coffee shop i feel like a bad ass
I'm being bothered by boys' flaws, yet again.
and I met a frenchie.
i need to finish my work now.
*sigh*
i wish someone would tell me a really funny story.
and i could be drinking something when the kicker comes in,
and it squirts out of my nose.
weird craving.