It's that time again...
Aw, fuck. Pardon the language. But like everyone else's livejournal, mine too has decided it didn't like me criticizing its font for a paragraph before I start to talk about melanie.
In short: I commented in a sentence about how this is all different. Did it again.
In a medium paragraph, I comment how, at least on the update page, a capital Q looks like an O with a squiggle under it. And then I said something about how I know when I was in first grade a Q was an O with a foreslash starting inside and pointing out the lower right side. It was inane, but done much better the first time around.
But I hadn't started on the part about Mel. Whose name I've been using quite frequently becasuse it's not like anyone reads this. Or if they do, they already know, or don't comment. And they should, because my journal seems desolate. IT needs a friend to comfort it when it is depressed. It's not like a journal can actually write in another journal when it get sad or depressed.
Oh yeah, I said something about having a headache, too, and then arguing that it had nothing to do with alcohol, cause I'm not like that.
Back to mel. Let's start from the beginning. (No, not of the whole story. Just this individual story I'm about to tell.) Ursinus is having a Family Day on October 2nd. (Some of you already know where this is going.) (Well, not this next part. But the rest of it.) My parents asked me if they want me to invite mel to go along with them. First off, this is kind of a shock, because they're assuming something that she and i really need to iron out even though it's kind of implicitly understood that we're more than friends, though we just haven't done anything. So anyway, I meant to talk to her about things before I mentioned it. But instead I found myself asking her if she wants to go before I found myself asking her what we are. Not a good idea. Or two levels.
First, it's an assumption that she's interested in me like that so that she wants to come.
Second, she'd going to be in a car with my parents for an hour and a half. I doubt she'll want to do that. But she sounded interested enough. Or felt forced. One of the two. It's probably not even a good time for her to come. Oh well. Since I tried to talk to her again today, I think I'll wait until Friday until I say something. Talking tomorrow and friday along with every other day this week may seem like too much.
Oh well. My headache still hurts and my throat is dry. And Futurama's been on for 12 mnutes. I'll go now.
In short: I commented in a sentence about how this is all different. Did it again.
In a medium paragraph, I comment how, at least on the update page, a capital Q looks like an O with a squiggle under it. And then I said something about how I know when I was in first grade a Q was an O with a foreslash starting inside and pointing out the lower right side. It was inane, but done much better the first time around.
But I hadn't started on the part about Mel. Whose name I've been using quite frequently becasuse it's not like anyone reads this. Or if they do, they already know, or don't comment. And they should, because my journal seems desolate. IT needs a friend to comfort it when it is depressed. It's not like a journal can actually write in another journal when it get sad or depressed.
Oh yeah, I said something about having a headache, too, and then arguing that it had nothing to do with alcohol, cause I'm not like that.
Back to mel. Let's start from the beginning. (No, not of the whole story. Just this individual story I'm about to tell.) Ursinus is having a Family Day on October 2nd. (Some of you already know where this is going.) (Well, not this next part. But the rest of it.) My parents asked me if they want me to invite mel to go along with them. First off, this is kind of a shock, because they're assuming something that she and i really need to iron out even though it's kind of implicitly understood that we're more than friends, though we just haven't done anything. So anyway, I meant to talk to her about things before I mentioned it. But instead I found myself asking her if she wants to go before I found myself asking her what we are. Not a good idea. Or two levels.
First, it's an assumption that she's interested in me like that so that she wants to come.
Second, she'd going to be in a car with my parents for an hour and a half. I doubt she'll want to do that. But she sounded interested enough. Or felt forced. One of the two. It's probably not even a good time for her to come. Oh well. Since I tried to talk to her again today, I think I'll wait until Friday until I say something. Talking tomorrow and friday along with every other day this week may seem like too much.
Oh well. My headache still hurts and my throat is dry. And Futurama's been on for 12 mnutes. I'll go now.