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Okay, LiveJournal. I’m writing a semi-real entry and as is most often the case, I feel the need to include a preface. So, for this I think I shall include a quote from my good friend, Thomas W. Stankevich.
“Do you ever feel like if you tell people something about you no one will ever look at you the same again? Like they'll judge you or always have a thought in the back of their head about it when they're around you. Well I've got some of those things that I'd like to tell people but I'm too big of a <> (<-- that represents a vagina and/or pussy).”
T.W, I think we all feel like that. Something happened yesterday which wasn’t very important and probably won’t sound spectacular to anyone else but for some crazy reason it was just one of those moments that remind you of that crappy Edwin McCain song. Writing about “feelings” and “moments” that make me happy really does make me feel like a “pussy” and I just don’t know if I can live with that. When people think of Paul Gersky, I want them to think of weight lifting and big trucks and things that typically come to mind when I think of Madjoff. But I’m going to take a chance and write about things and hope that you still like me after I’m done. I mean, I guess if you don’t I can just update my LiveJournal even less. That’ll teach you.
Anyway, a few days ago I was telling Jenny that I liked her a lot. Most of my semesters at college have a random girl attached to them. Like, I get crushes on people that I talk to once or twice and then I spend countless hours stalking them on the internet (most of my stalking was done before Facebook. Imagine that!). It gives me something to do to fill up the days. And it’s probably creepy. Anyway. I don’t have a stalking victim this semester because I am very much attached to Ms. Pearson. But. But. There is this girl in my Middle-East class I am positive I would stalk if I were single. And I told Jenny this. And she thought it was cute. Or maybe it made her jealous and she hit me. I dunno. Anyway, this girl sits on the other side of the room and we’ve never talked or anything.
So. Thursday. I was coming out of the bathroom and was on my way to meet up with Turner and my sister in Fireside Lounge when I spot The Girl. She was standing next to a table which was pimping some Christian group’s event that was going on that night. She smiled at me and I smiled at her and then I stared at the ground so that I wouldn’t have to keep looking at her because people are awkward. So, I tried to make it past her but she stopped me and was all like “I know I’ll see you in class but what are you up to tonight at 7:30?” and I was like “OMG YOU KNOW I’M IN YOUR CLASS PLZ MARRY ME NOW” but it came out as “I have to work”.
So, there was that. It was a very funny coincidence and it put me in a good mood because things like very funny coincidences do that. So, I was in an elevated mood and then other things started to happen. This is the important part. I know I wasted two paragraphs on some girl, but that was really just the preamble to The Series of Events which really sent my happiness over the edge.
Yeah.
Anyway, Fireside Lounge is probably my favorite place on campus when they actually have a fire going. It’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like. There a fireplace towards the back and a lot of comfortable chairs. There’s also a piano in the back corner, a big window which looks outside, and a clock which chimes every fifteen minutes which I love for some reason.
I was sitting there with Kelly, Turner, and Andrea and we were all kind of doing are own thing. Kelly was sleeping, Andy was doing her homework, Turner was writing in a gurnal, and I was sorta just sitting in there, basking in the glow of the fire. I don’t think we were really acknowledging each other much and that felt nice. Not because we weren’t talking, because we could just sit there and not talk and it felt good. I think the four of us have formed some sort of weird school bond over the last semester and it feels really good to just be with the three of them. I’m really going to miss Turner next semester.
I love fires. Not the crazy pyroesque love which many are so found of. I love to sit by them. I imagine this comes from the years I spent camping as a child or maybe it’s just because fires are cool. I don’t know. But the fire was going and I was sitting as close to it as I could get and it felt wonderful on my skin. There was a lot of snow coming down outside and I could see it all through the window. I’m not a fan of snow at all, but I will admit that when you’re safe and warm by a fire, it really is pretty beautiful.
There were two guys sitting behind us at the piano. One of them was white, and the other was black. The white guy was really good at the piano and he was showing the black guy how to play, though, as far as I could tell, the black guy wasn’t too shabby. They’d been there on Tuesday as well, and I’d listened to them talk about playing and various other things. The black guy was belting out a Brian McKnight song that I only knew because Andrea asked him what it was. It sounded perfect. I watched the two guys the piano and at some point, they shook hands and introduced themselves. This was the second day they’d met to talk and play piano together and they were just now getting to know each other’s names. There was something about that that was strangely compelling.
So, the combination of my friends, the snow, the fire, the music, and the kindness of strangers all sorta just built up and exploded on the insides of Paul. It was perfect.
So, there’s that. I hope I didn’t accidentally sound profound or anything like that but everything seemed too perfect not to take down. Cookie goes to the first person to comment calling me a pussy!
“Do you ever feel like if you tell people something about you no one will ever look at you the same again? Like they'll judge you or always have a thought in the back of their head about it when they're around you. Well I've got some of those things that I'd like to tell people but I'm too big of a <> (<-- that represents a vagina and/or pussy).”
T.W, I think we all feel like that. Something happened yesterday which wasn’t very important and probably won’t sound spectacular to anyone else but for some crazy reason it was just one of those moments that remind you of that crappy Edwin McCain song. Writing about “feelings” and “moments” that make me happy really does make me feel like a “pussy” and I just don’t know if I can live with that. When people think of Paul Gersky, I want them to think of weight lifting and big trucks and things that typically come to mind when I think of Madjoff. But I’m going to take a chance and write about things and hope that you still like me after I’m done. I mean, I guess if you don’t I can just update my LiveJournal even less. That’ll teach you.
Anyway, a few days ago I was telling Jenny that I liked her a lot. Most of my semesters at college have a random girl attached to them. Like, I get crushes on people that I talk to once or twice and then I spend countless hours stalking them on the internet (most of my stalking was done before Facebook. Imagine that!). It gives me something to do to fill up the days. And it’s probably creepy. Anyway. I don’t have a stalking victim this semester because I am very much attached to Ms. Pearson. But. But. There is this girl in my Middle-East class I am positive I would stalk if I were single. And I told Jenny this. And she thought it was cute. Or maybe it made her jealous and she hit me. I dunno. Anyway, this girl sits on the other side of the room and we’ve never talked or anything.
So. Thursday. I was coming out of the bathroom and was on my way to meet up with Turner and my sister in Fireside Lounge when I spot The Girl. She was standing next to a table which was pimping some Christian group’s event that was going on that night. She smiled at me and I smiled at her and then I stared at the ground so that I wouldn’t have to keep looking at her because people are awkward. So, I tried to make it past her but she stopped me and was all like “I know I’ll see you in class but what are you up to tonight at 7:30?” and I was like “OMG YOU KNOW I’M IN YOUR CLASS PLZ MARRY ME NOW” but it came out as “I have to work”.
So, there was that. It was a very funny coincidence and it put me in a good mood because things like very funny coincidences do that. So, I was in an elevated mood and then other things started to happen. This is the important part. I know I wasted two paragraphs on some girl, but that was really just the preamble to The Series of Events which really sent my happiness over the edge.
Yeah.
Anyway, Fireside Lounge is probably my favorite place on campus when they actually have a fire going. It’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like. There a fireplace towards the back and a lot of comfortable chairs. There’s also a piano in the back corner, a big window which looks outside, and a clock which chimes every fifteen minutes which I love for some reason.
I was sitting there with Kelly, Turner, and Andrea and we were all kind of doing are own thing. Kelly was sleeping, Andy was doing her homework, Turner was writing in a gurnal, and I was sorta just sitting in there, basking in the glow of the fire. I don’t think we were really acknowledging each other much and that felt nice. Not because we weren’t talking, because we could just sit there and not talk and it felt good. I think the four of us have formed some sort of weird school bond over the last semester and it feels really good to just be with the three of them. I’m really going to miss Turner next semester.
I love fires. Not the crazy pyroesque love which many are so found of. I love to sit by them. I imagine this comes from the years I spent camping as a child or maybe it’s just because fires are cool. I don’t know. But the fire was going and I was sitting as close to it as I could get and it felt wonderful on my skin. There was a lot of snow coming down outside and I could see it all through the window. I’m not a fan of snow at all, but I will admit that when you’re safe and warm by a fire, it really is pretty beautiful.
There were two guys sitting behind us at the piano. One of them was white, and the other was black. The white guy was really good at the piano and he was showing the black guy how to play, though, as far as I could tell, the black guy wasn’t too shabby. They’d been there on Tuesday as well, and I’d listened to them talk about playing and various other things. The black guy was belting out a Brian McKnight song that I only knew because Andrea asked him what it was. It sounded perfect. I watched the two guys the piano and at some point, they shook hands and introduced themselves. This was the second day they’d met to talk and play piano together and they were just now getting to know each other’s names. There was something about that that was strangely compelling.
So, the combination of my friends, the snow, the fire, the music, and the kindness of strangers all sorta just built up and exploded on the insides of Paul. It was perfect.
So, there’s that. I hope I didn’t accidentally sound profound or anything like that but everything seemed too perfect not to take down. Cookie goes to the first person to comment calling me a pussy!