"I think I'll be happier in the long run if I have less craziness around me." -SusanI'm such a little nerdlet. It's a Friday night, and yet again I'm home alone while every little frat boy and his girlfriend are out doing something fun. I never have anything to do this year. I so miss having a stable of nerdy/cool (really, half were nerds and half were cool) guys next door that I could just wander in at any time and find people to hang around with. Maybe I should start wandering the dorms looking for some more. Or get off my ass and CALL people, not like I ever do that though. I never want to call anyone this year- I'm so bad about keeping up friendships. I'm only talking to two people I knew from high school now (down from five). I feel so guilty for not talking to most of those people, yet I can't think of anything to SAY to any of them . . . how evil of me, really. I don't want to lose the friendships, but I have nothing to say. It's tragic.
Did I mention that four frat boys came by looking for Chelsea and Megan tonight? Geez. I'm so happy they're gone though. K&K aren't here either (gone for the weekend- they're not here, so you figure it out). I was going to go out to a dance on campus, but it started pouring rain the second I got outdoors, so forget that. I didn't do my drawings or anything else that needs doing- nooo, I fool around on the Internet and watch movies in a halfassed manner. Although I did feel slightly comforted when I was outside for a minute and saw a few other nerds at home too. Maybe we should all get together and have a nerds' night IN. It always sucks to have the front bedroom on a weekend night, because everyone can see that you're home (unless you sit in the dark). I had the front bedroom last year and this year, I miss my back bedroom in the summer, no one could comment if I was there all night. That and when I looked over (for like the tenth time today) at Jensen's room (not that I saw anything, he keeps his place closed up like I do) I thought, "Yeah, and he's probably out bombed off his ass."
In the category of very little news: found out they are offering a required design class next summer session, and I'd like to go. Mentioned that to Mom, I HOPE it happens, but, well, who knows with them.
(My building . . . the lounge area is on the left, the other side on the right, my side of the place (to the left of the lounge area) isn't shown, sorry. No pics of it.)
In third floor news, they are having a pizza party (thank God, no DC food) Mon. at 6 by the pool. I'll have to wear something that actually isn't crappy to design class then, as I'll get in right before that. Oh well, guaranteed chance to see my little lusthoney. And I've been told there's a meeting that night for social committee.
And speaking of seeing my little lusthoney . . . despite getting no feedback from anyone on this (ahem, what's up with you people?), I have decided to post the pictures I found of him (and others). Mainly because Anna e-mailed me today saying she'd found the site (we've all looked each other up on our respective school servers), and I figure, what the hell, public property, and anyone who really wants to try could find them anyway, so . . . you'll have to go hunt for where they are yourselves (hint: not that hard to do), but if you want to see someone actually mentioned in Ye Olde Boringe Diarye for once, go right ahead and find it.
The middle of the week is dull- programs going on Tues. and Wed. when I have class/meetings (not guaranteed to see him though, so not a big biggie), and I find it ironic that they're having peer advisors in to help with scheduling on Thurs- AFTER my call-in-time- thanks, guys!
However, at the end is something only referred to as "Freaky Friday." Okay, I wanna know what that is. If it's anything interesting I may have to stay in town that weekend (or at least Fri. night). I hope it's something good, as I don't think I can take another one of regular Fridays.
Next week: get ready to learn more about sex and Rubberware!
Okay, today's found sites I'm mentioning:
While going through my old bookmarks, I found some link to lovestories.com- which I haven't really checked out so much except for a few sections. I was vastly irritated by the cliched, familiar advice offered to this woman and the similar answers to that here. "Just wait." 
My new suspicion is that people just say that because they don't know what else to say. There's no original advice they can give anymore (either that or "Troll the bars", I guess).
Did, however, appreciate a few suggestions here, even though some of them were more obvious signs of liking than I've been having happen to me. I'd like someone I lust after to show me some of those, but, well . . . here's my favorite comments:
Bettina: "Really, I wish I knew. I'd think he would like to spent much time with me, organize some activities, take me out for dinner or maybe just tell me. But do men really do that? Maybe that would be too easy?"This one on crushes was especially fitting.Shahreen: "If he looks at you as if there is nothing else to look at, except you..."
Karen Chalfant: "You can tell if someone is interested in you when they go out of their way to give you attention that is not necessary to give. Then they linger in conversation and sit or stand closer than necessary. Sometimes they stare a lot, too."
DJENANE: "There are so many things that you can see. For example, their behavior, the exchange of smiles, the different looks towards you, more importance is given to you."
And my favorite . . .
Anonymous: "When they do a double-take as they pass you in the hallways."
Found this poem the other day and was reminded of The Moron in the better ol' days. Something I would have sent to him if I didn't hate him, y'know?
Random quote about The Fifth Element:
"The message of the movie for me was that what men really want is a sixteen-year-old supermodel who can barely be restrained from constantly removing what few articles of clothing that they can be convinced to wear, and who can't speak English."Today I was trying to make a logo for this page . . . but I could not get it uploaded (my connection would mysteriously shut off, ugh). Yet I saw the picture at the top of this page and wanted to do one of my own. And she's got the same name, is a Taurus w/Scorpio rising too, b-day two before mine. Cool.
And speaking of astrology . . . I spent all afternoon looking stuff up on this site, which is damned good, and I may put up the whole thing for me here sometime if I figure it all out.
Also did a lot of picture downloading . . . you can now see pictures of my area on the terms page, as well as, uh, the other.
(The pool area of my side of Castilian . . . no, nobody's place you know is shown here, no pics of it either.)
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