"If he's the right man, you can have greasy hair, spinach in your teeth, and your skirt on inside out, and he'll still be entranced and follow you to the ends of the earth.""I used to doll myself up. One Tuesday morning I went to the post office in ratty sweats, zero makeup, and my hair a frazzle. There he was.
"Don't look at me!" I shrieked, hiding behind the wanted posters.
He looked at me. "You looked really adorable," he said, and kissed me. His eyes shone so I knew he meant it."-Cynthia Heimel
Well, it was finally determined that what the bimbos thought wasn't clean was that there was still this scuff mark on the floor. I'd noticed that too and not been able to get it off while playing Cinderella. Geez, that was IT? How silly.
My mom met the bimbos and HATES them. That was her topic all weekend. (I went home, unable to face the bimbos any more and desperately needing a break) Oh, that and I have no spine whatsoever. Gee, and who did I learn that from, Mom?
Total ironic thing here, after fighting about this for oh, a day, I mention that among other things, I won't pick what restaurant to go to when we're out because Dad throws a fit about it, and that's why I claim that "wherever's fine." So she brings this up to Dad (mistake), and sure enough, he starts yelling his head off about it. I'm all, "See, if I thought talking would get me anywhere . . . " They don't like the monster they created, I think.
Got a Halloween costume (witch) for the haunted house thing on Friday. A nice sexy one, and a long black wig. Woo hoo!
Came home to find the bathroom a COMPLETE MESS (they think I'm a slob? Ha!), the trash is overflowing into an avalanche and stinks up the entire place. Made me about sick. Oh well, at least it was cleaned up when I came home for lunch (thank God).
In the good-news section of life, I finally saw Jensen again, after not seeing him for over a week (I could count days, but let's not and pretend I'm still sane about it). Unfortunately I looked quite dreadful, in my worst sweats/clothes, hair in a very sloppy bun- I'd had drawing class today, India Ink Day, trying not to wear anything I'd want stained. God, I hate Mondays and Wednesdays, clothes-wise. Anyway, I'm going down the hall to the DC, he's going to Angela's, I smile at him/say hi, but guess I was too far away for him to hear, so he does it to me closer on. Okay . . . go to the DC for another crappy meal, eat with Kayda and Katherine, I'm sitting (conveniently as it turned out) facing the door, and in a good position to check out the rest of the place, when he and Angela come in. So naturally (knowing me) I stare at him when his back's turned, sneak glances while in conversation with the K's (well, Kayda anyway), and I definitely see him looking over at me. A lot, actually. Lots of times. WOO HOOOOO!!!
Social committee meeting tonight, I can't wait! Plus the Capture the Flag thing is tomorrow (not like I think anyone will come, but I live in hope), plus the basketball game thing is this week and not last week, so that's still on . . . like I said, I live in hope.
Okay . . . well, as usual for these meetings, I get all hyped up early and nothing really happens at the meeting. Basically it's stuff going on in the dorm this week-
* Capture the Flag game 8:30 tomorrow night
* Some school spirit stuff going on Wed. 8 p.m.- free brownies, which is why I said I'd go
* The basketball game, leaving at 9 Thurs
Naturally I'm kinda psyched for that stuff (my libido is, anyway).
But anyway, back to my lust object: I get in, the free space is on the couch he's on (oh goodie), but later Alana (girl in the dorm I ate lunch with) comes in and sits in the middle. So I didn't really see him much (his head anyway), but I don't think he was checking me out there (sigh). Okay, so he'd probably want to act normal around everyone else, but still, grrrr. Makes me doubt what's goin' on, y'know?
The more I listen to him talk the more I realize we have NOTHING in common. Seriously, what would we do together (besides make out! Yeah, I HOPE)? Like he was going off on how he hated matchbox 20, and I just bought that. (I like three songs on it. The rest are dull) Geez. 
Anyway, went around with Alana and Angela after the meeting to try to get people to go to stuff- Jensen did not come, studying, grrrr. We go around the building and return there, Angela goes into his place, I ask her where the field is for capture the flag, and while she's answering, I kinda see Jensen looking over at me out of the peripheral vision. Or maybe it was just my horny imagination. Who knows?
While chatting with Victor (he does Spotfans too) tonight I told him the DC stuff (this was before my meetings) and he said congratulations, looks as if you'll get what you want, and I said not so fast, I'm not chicken counting, you never know what's going to happen even IF they like you back. Which is very true. Looks to be very true in this case, anyway.
Congratulate me. Or not. Who knows? If you know, e-mail below.
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