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So the other day I'm working at the convenience store on Busch, and I ring up a pretty blonde girl, and she says, "aren't you in my photo class?" which it turns out I am. I guess she noticed me because I am a loudmouth and love class participation in stuff that interests me taught by an interesting professor (boooo, hsssss! I'm sure I'm so fucking obnoxious) but the fact that she bothered to even mention it while I was ringing her up seems significant to my stilted, adolescent-level understanding of basic human interaction. We made some small talk about the class and our respective readiness for the coming midterm (we both blow off class more than we should and haven't studied at all) and I started kicking myself for maybe I should have asked her to get together to study. Maybe that is how normal, well adjusted, single 20somethings meet each other and it's not creepy and then they socialize. Whatever. At least I found out her name was Chloe (which I think is a pretty name).
Well, through the miraculous combined stalking power of facebook.com and myspace.com, I find out she also has better-than-average musical tastes (mostly indie rock/mainstream alterna-pop, plus the Bouncing Souls, the Velvet Underground, Nirvana) despite not giving off any hint of "scenesterdom," enjoys Thai food, works with pizza in some capacity, and hails from Honolulu, Hawaii. I have always had something of an idle fascination with Hawaii, maybe because, growing up in New Jersey, it is another part of the United States that seems like another planet.
So with all these factors plus her pretty smile, I think I am working on a minor crush on her. For those of you keeping score, that's like the 69,420th girl I have a crush on now, so whatever. I guess I'm just feeling chatty and maybe am out to prove that I'm not all gloom and doom so this rates a journal entry.
Maybe I should try and get together with her to study. Watch me fuck this up royally. Baby steps, Jay.
And viva la internet for opening dors like this for socially retarded potential serial killers like myself!
Well, through the miraculous combined stalking power of facebook.com and myspace.com, I find out she also has better-than-average musical tastes (mostly indie rock/mainstream alterna-pop, plus the Bouncing Souls, the Velvet Underground, Nirvana) despite not giving off any hint of "scenesterdom," enjoys Thai food, works with pizza in some capacity, and hails from Honolulu, Hawaii. I have always had something of an idle fascination with Hawaii, maybe because, growing up in New Jersey, it is another part of the United States that seems like another planet.
So with all these factors plus her pretty smile, I think I am working on a minor crush on her. For those of you keeping score, that's like the 69,420th girl I have a crush on now, so whatever. I guess I'm just feeling chatty and maybe am out to prove that I'm not all gloom and doom so this rates a journal entry.
Maybe I should try and get together with her to study. Watch me fuck this up royally. Baby steps, Jay.
And viva la internet for opening dors like this for socially retarded potential serial killers like myself!