Jun 07, 2006 17:03
Masochist... yep, I think that pretty much discribes me at the moment. One would think I would just give up on these vain hopes of anything with Jared, but I don't. I hang on to the maybes that drive me crazy. He and I are going to go see V for Vendetta at the Dollar Theater Friday afternoon since we both loved the movie so much when we went to see it with a couple of my other friends the night it came out. Everyone keeps wondering when I'm going to make a move on him. I have no idea. One idea has been to get him completely drunk; while amusing, I think that would just lead to regrets in the morning, which are definitely not of the good. What would really be the best for me is if I just accept that he and I will never be anything more than friends, so I should just be happy with what I have. Then that damned voice in my head keeps saying, "Yeah, but he's the one who started making plans for what you two are going to do together once you get over to Japan." Damned little voice.. it needs to go away.
He's going to have to cut his hair to go to Japan which is really sad. He has the most gorgeous hair. Of course, he has no idea what he's going to do with his hair when he gets it cut, so what have I been doing, perusing websites to see if I can find a style I think would look good on him. Having a hard time of it though. I think that's because he's had that hair as long as I've known him, and for it to be suddenly gone? I just can't see it. I dunno though. He's hoping he won't have to go too short on his hair.
I suppose I ought to just let whatever is going to happen, happen. Don't mind me, just wandering off into one of my little depressive modes.
As the candles burn out,
One by one,
There you are
Tormenting me with the brightest sun.