Copied from my Spanish notebook. Comments made before class~
Ahhhhh! I have boy issues. This guy, who I've never met, but recognize from my past involvement with hall government, randomly asked me about the weather in the caf. Me being me, I start to answer that I haven't been out yet, mid-sentence I say that it's bearable because I realized I had been outside to go to the gym. I started to think that this guy (Mark, a grad student-previous knowledge from hall government) has me mistaken for someone else. He commented on the fact that I mixed 4 juice drinks together and I said "Ya gotta mix it up" and we went our separate ways with a "see ya" on his part.
I sit. Eat. Freak out that I'm going to be late for class and prepare to leave. Who should approach, but Mark (still without a formal introduction). He sits at the table next to mine with an orange and uses the excuse that he wanted to get away from the uber-loud TV on the other side of the caf. (I'm no idiot, it's an excuse...but a good one. All the boys ever put on is ESPN *Rolls eyes*) He realized I was leaving, said "have a good morning."
Since I'm twitchy when it comes to boys, I responded with "you to-except have a great whole day." I'm a dork. Very left of witty.
We briefly discussed spanish (I don't know how we got to that) I leave with a comment about how it's cool to have a Spanish class because the teachers randomly leave for Spain for a week leaving you free of class.
No names exchanged. I left feeling more twitchy than usual.
I don't know what to do in this kind of situation...maybe we'll never have a run in again.
I should go, as one of my former-crushes just gave me a weird look for writing all of this in the margin of my notebook.
~End Transcript.
I feel better about the situation now that it's several hours away. Maybe he wasn't interested in me. Maybe I'm a crazy dork.
I just came from giving blood. The woman missed the vain. Grand Valley is much nicer than Red Cross.
As usual, there's too much work and too little time. I really need to start my story.
Ahhhhh! I have boy issues. This guy, who I've never met, but recognize from my past involvement with hall government, randomly asked me about the weather in the caf. Me being me, I start to answer that I haven't been out yet, mid-sentence I say that it's bearable because I realized I had been outside to go to the gym. I started to think that this guy (Mark, a grad student-previous knowledge from hall government) has me mistaken for someone else. He commented on the fact that I mixed 4 juice drinks together and I said "Ya gotta mix it up" and we went our separate ways with a "see ya" on his part.
I sit. Eat. Freak out that I'm going to be late for class and prepare to leave. Who should approach, but Mark (still without a formal introduction). He sits at the table next to mine with an orange and uses the excuse that he wanted to get away from the uber-loud TV on the other side of the caf. (I'm no idiot, it's an excuse...but a good one. All the boys ever put on is ESPN *Rolls eyes*) He realized I was leaving, said "have a good morning."
Since I'm twitchy when it comes to boys, I responded with "you to-except have a great whole day." I'm a dork. Very left of witty.
We briefly discussed spanish (I don't know how we got to that) I leave with a comment about how it's cool to have a Spanish class because the teachers randomly leave for Spain for a week leaving you free of class.
No names exchanged. I left feeling more twitchy than usual.
I don't know what to do in this kind of situation...maybe we'll never have a run in again.
I should go, as one of my former-crushes just gave me a weird look for writing all of this in the margin of my notebook.
~End Transcript.
I feel better about the situation now that it's several hours away. Maybe he wasn't interested in me. Maybe I'm a crazy dork.
I just came from giving blood. The woman missed the vain. Grand Valley is much nicer than Red Cross.
As usual, there's too much work and too little time. I really need to start my story.
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