"I'm not good at reality." -John BoeToday wasn't quite as icked out as yesterday, good thing!
English 100F: The teacher for this one (quoted above) is not into reality either. Hey, just like me! He's more into storytelling (he did a lot of that), then had us come up with a story idea using details from real life. Mine, naturally, was quite freaky. I was surprised that one of my minor lusts from classes last year was in it, but I wasn't real attracted any more. Guess my other lust is pretty bad. We'll see how this goes.
Between that class and textiles I was walking down the quad and happened upon a booth for the California Aggie. I stopped, and they were soliciting for reporters and columnists. I mentioned that I was applying and she (the chick talking, who turned out to be the editor in chief) asked my name, and then she told me that she was going to decide tomorrow (so much for the due date on the application), could I turn it in today? So I did my last column during lunch and raced it over after Holocaust class.
We watched Night and Fog today, and well . . . apparently I was the only one who wasn't overwhelmed by it. I mean, other than the bodies and heads, it wasn't that well, compelling. Filming empty camps in color and narrating that there's no way to convey the horror does not exactly a good film make, if you know what I mean. Everyone else was properly horrified, but since I'd seen some of that stuff before I wasn't as bad as I normally would have been.
After that class I ran over to drop off my application, and ran into one of the girls from last night's meeting. She already works for them, and said she thought I'd get in. Let's hope. Anyway, I was so late running to the bus . . . when I got there, Jensen was getting on ahead of me.
I am very proud of myself today. On the bus, I did NOT sit anywhere where I could stare at him, I only snuck glances twice when he wasn't looking, I didn't wait for him to get off the bus, I was a good girl, dammit!
Tonight they had an ice-cream social down by the pool for third floor. Yes I went, yes he was there, and yes, I was on good behavior! I chatted with people (for hours afterward, actually), friendly, stood around in his eyeline (yes, I saw Clueless too many times) but did not stare, just looked over on occasion when I heard something in conversation. Talked to Angela too, she and I were getting along well, actually. Nothin' like yesterday, chatting about tonight's nasty DC dinner, classes, etc. Also spent some time overhearing Jensen's comments about TV watching. X-files watcher. Oh yeah, and he's the one person in America who loooves Two Guys, A Girl, And A Pizza Place. He worships Berg- thinks he is Berg. (Damn, all the guys I like are weird) I occasionally said something to him ("I think that show's on Tuesday") or laughed when something funny went on, but no worshipful obvious attention. Good girl! And I can't say for sure, again it may be my deranged imagination (remember, I'm not good at reality!), but I think he was checking me out a bit there. I played it cool, I'm so proud. Well, I guess I can hope a little. I don't know if the guy's taken or anything. There's buzz about whether or not Angela and Jensen are going out, but no one knows for sure (even the guys living next door to her that I was talking to). And I overheard him saying he wanted to go to the Cherry Poppin' Daddies concert tomorrow, and I am not scrambling to get tickets tonight. Of course this may have to do with my lack of $, but hey, it's not as if I'd see him in the crowd, and I'm not that into swing anyway.
All in all, a good night pour moi.
Wait, one more update: Jensen just walked by my room and back. Since I live in a dark little secluded corner where nobody walks by unless they're on the stairs or coming here (and the only place you see is my bedroom from the hall) . . . okay, maybe it's my imagination . . . or maybe . . .
Suggestions, anyone?
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