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Feb. 3rd, 2005 02:30 pmTwenty-minute update::
I am in an especially good mood today. It's snowing beautiful, drifting flakes, and yet it's not bone-chillingly cold. I have lots to do this evening, but I feel strangely motivated.
Heather's gift came in today, and if you were curious, it was this shirt. It seems rather cute and Heathery. My shoes also came in today, and I'm just tickled pink with them. Pin-Up Girl Clothing really does offer very nice products, and they even threw in a free Hard Candy nailpolish, which was cool. I think I'll be ordering from them again.
I also got asked out today. He seems to be a nice enough guy-- a theater major who teaches music for McDaniel's summer arts program. Though I had to politely turn him down, I have to say, being asked out really does give a girl a lift. Knowing that someone thinks you're interesting enough to merit the potential risk of having their self-esteem temporarily deflated is... well, nice. He seems really cool though, so maybe if it's not strange or weird we could be friends. I rarely get asked out-- I've had a few people tell me that I'm "intimidating," and so I guess that's why.
I'm pretty nervous at the possibility of seeing Ariel this weekend. Butterflies nervous. Well, that doesn't exactly fit-- it seems too light, happy. I have bats in my stomach, how's that? It's going to be awkward no matter what, but it's not like we're going to start drudging up old badness in front of a group of people, you know? Bridget says I should email her, but that seems so superficial. In a perfect world, we'd be able to do a little sanity check and smoothing session, one-on-one, but that's not gonna happen. So. I'm gonna just be cool. It's hard, though. There's so much emotion wrapped up in the story of Ariel & Me, very difficult, conflicting emotions. But sometimes beautiful ones, ones written in gold ink or scented faintly with jasmine. To this day, I still can't wear jasmine perfumes. There were times when I missed her so much. Not so much in the romantic or sexual way any longer, but still. She's harbored so much irrational anger towards me that I don't quite know what tack to take. I don't want to ignore her feelings, but I certainly don't want to accept responsibility for things I didn't do, either. So. Eee. I just hope I don't see her and get choked up. Keeping it cool is key.
Okay. Dirda's class is next, and I have to go. So zoom! But first:
I feel cute today. Colorful. Also, I was trying to learn how to smile without looking like a crazed loony or a deer in headlights. Not so much. I suppose Heather will still cry "cameraface!" I can't help it. It's automatic.
Later!
I am in an especially good mood today. It's snowing beautiful, drifting flakes, and yet it's not bone-chillingly cold. I have lots to do this evening, but I feel strangely motivated.
Heather's gift came in today, and if you were curious, it was this shirt. It seems rather cute and Heathery. My shoes also came in today, and I'm just tickled pink with them. Pin-Up Girl Clothing really does offer very nice products, and they even threw in a free Hard Candy nailpolish, which was cool. I think I'll be ordering from them again.
I also got asked out today. He seems to be a nice enough guy-- a theater major who teaches music for McDaniel's summer arts program. Though I had to politely turn him down, I have to say, being asked out really does give a girl a lift. Knowing that someone thinks you're interesting enough to merit the potential risk of having their self-esteem temporarily deflated is... well, nice. He seems really cool though, so maybe if it's not strange or weird we could be friends. I rarely get asked out-- I've had a few people tell me that I'm "intimidating," and so I guess that's why.
I'm pretty nervous at the possibility of seeing Ariel this weekend. Butterflies nervous. Well, that doesn't exactly fit-- it seems too light, happy. I have bats in my stomach, how's that? It's going to be awkward no matter what, but it's not like we're going to start drudging up old badness in front of a group of people, you know? Bridget says I should email her, but that seems so superficial. In a perfect world, we'd be able to do a little sanity check and smoothing session, one-on-one, but that's not gonna happen. So. I'm gonna just be cool. It's hard, though. There's so much emotion wrapped up in the story of Ariel & Me, very difficult, conflicting emotions. But sometimes beautiful ones, ones written in gold ink or scented faintly with jasmine. To this day, I still can't wear jasmine perfumes. There were times when I missed her so much. Not so much in the romantic or sexual way any longer, but still. She's harbored so much irrational anger towards me that I don't quite know what tack to take. I don't want to ignore her feelings, but I certainly don't want to accept responsibility for things I didn't do, either. So. Eee. I just hope I don't see her and get choked up. Keeping it cool is key.
Okay. Dirda's class is next, and I have to go. So zoom! But first:
I feel cute today. Colorful. Also, I was trying to learn how to smile without looking like a crazed loony or a deer in headlights. Not so much. I suppose Heather will still cry "cameraface!" I can't help it. It's automatic.
Later!
