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My foot has fallen asleep. Sitting still to avoid the inevitable pins and needles is almost as painful, almost as painful as having to sit in this classroom.
If i had a choice i would be in a casual social atmosphere, slowly getting to know the kid next to me. The cold weather makes me very nostalgic. I'm craving companionship, of some kind.
Since the first day of this class, i've been noticing his gawky handsome nature. He has a dark demeanor that spills into everything he does. I feel like i've grown mildly infatuated with him. I'm a creep. I'm mostly bored, and i find him incredibly attractive. Though I cant tell if that would be a general consensus. His face is striking, unquestionably becoming. He is tall, grungy, thin. All together I cant help but find him charming. "eye candy"
Despite my admiration, I have to divert my attention. writing this down gives the impression that i am, in fact, paying attention to the lecture. In doing so, it also gives me the opportunity to catch glimpses of him every time i mimic eye contact with the lecture notes that are being projected at the front of the classroom. I wonder if he notices.
All wishes aside, I am stuck here for another hour.
fuck.
the girl in front of me needs to become my good friend. She is spunky and bitchy, with an astonishingly uncensored sense of humor. I'm always amused. I've recently started reaching out to both of them on separate occasions, hoping to set some kind of foundation for a friendship among us, or between them and myself. whatever.
Since i started school here , I've been continually disappointed by the people i have encountered. not because their faults are worse than my own, but mostly because our faults, when side by side, are muted, and left with out compliment.
I want class to be over. my stomach is making obnoxious noises that are yet to subside since class started. At-least our teacher is just as obnoxious. He has the "intelligent folk" cracking satirical jokes in reference to the monty python movies, while dropping his own sexual innuendoes relative to 15th century european art. the consistency of this class is a recipe for migraines.... I'm just irritable.
My foot has fallen asleep. Sitting still to avoid the inevitable pins and needles is almost as painful, almost as painful as having to sit in this classroom.
If i had a choice i would be in a casual social atmosphere, slowly getting to know the kid next to me. The cold weather makes me very nostalgic. I'm craving companionship, of some kind.
Since the first day of this class, i've been noticing his gawky handsome nature. He has a dark demeanor that spills into everything he does. I feel like i've grown mildly infatuated with him. I'm a creep. I'm mostly bored, and i find him incredibly attractive. Though I cant tell if that would be a general consensus. His face is striking, unquestionably becoming. He is tall, grungy, thin. All together I cant help but find him charming. "eye candy"
Despite my admiration, I have to divert my attention. writing this down gives the impression that i am, in fact, paying attention to the lecture. In doing so, it also gives me the opportunity to catch glimpses of him every time i mimic eye contact with the lecture notes that are being projected at the front of the classroom. I wonder if he notices.
All wishes aside, I am stuck here for another hour.
fuck.
the girl in front of me needs to become my good friend. She is spunky and bitchy, with an astonishingly uncensored sense of humor. I'm always amused. I've recently started reaching out to both of them on separate occasions, hoping to set some kind of foundation for a friendship among us, or between them and myself. whatever.
Since i started school here , I've been continually disappointed by the people i have encountered. not because their faults are worse than my own, but mostly because our faults, when side by side, are muted, and left with out compliment.
I want class to be over. my stomach is making obnoxious noises that are yet to subside since class started. At-least our teacher is just as obnoxious. He has the "intelligent folk" cracking satirical jokes in reference to the monty python movies, while dropping his own sexual innuendoes relative to 15th century european art. the consistency of this class is a recipe for migraines.... I'm just irritable.