Day 305
Today was one of those days when you wake up and watch Dazed and Confused on television. And later you realize that the episode of Family Jewels that is on is one that you have already seen twice and ohh, on Channel 37, they are playing back to back showings of Forrest Gump.
I woke up to an email from a friend of mine who is visiting my campus for a conference. I didn't know exactly where he would be but I knew he would be staying on campus and since I live on a huge campus that could be anywhere. As a member of the crew that sets up seating for conferences in my building I took a look at the calendar and saw that the department he studies in was having a conference in my building. When I walked into the conference room area I spotted my friend, immediately (it's not hard to find a freakishly tall guy with a large head and a ponytail okay, they are way more native to Grad school). He, of course, was speaking in Chinese to Chinese guys because he taught himself Chinese, of course. I went and stood right up next to them and because my friend is such a huge genius and can barely function in social settings and because he is totally oblivious all the time he of course didn't notice me even though the Chinese guys did. At least I know his hearing works because when I said, "Hey!" he looked at me and, despite him being oblivious, he recognized me and hugged me.
I went to the bank today to check the balance on my account. Since the bank isn't actually open today I had to go into that weird glassed-in area with the ATMs. I hate that room. I always feel like someone is watching me and is going to rob me in there like on that one episode of Dawson's Creek. So, I always go in there with my ghetto face: the "You don't want to fuck with this" face. It wasn't until today that I realized that the people who are in the ATM glassed-in area are much more afraid of me than I am of them turning into scenes from a cancelled teen primetime soap.
I am really bad at asking people out. I really don't believe that anyone is actually really good at it but I am still in the worst category of the bad at. Anyway, there is one guy I want to ask out and luckily he is someone who is not often around which should make it easier if he says no. Before dinner this evening I looked in the mirror and thought out loud, "Wow, you could use some make up and new clothes. Fuck it, who am I trying to impress?" And, after I bitched loudly at dinner about whatever the fuck Dim Sum (translation: food that looks like cheap toys) was I looked over to see the super nice guy I want to ask out sitting at the table behind me. I took a chance and went up to him and talked for a bit and much to my surprise I wasn't a ridiculous hot mess. I didn't say things too loudly or belt out a string of outrageous punchlines to cover my real feelings. Plus, he was actually laughing at what I was saying and didn't walk away from me. Now if only I had the guts to ask him out.
After dinner and not asking out the guy I actually like, two other guys followed me to my room. Okay so they came because I lured them with the promise of freeze pops and they pretty much lectured me when they got to my room because not only did I leave my light on when I wasn't in my room I wasn't using the proper energy-saving lightbulb technology I should be using. But, before we left dinner I showed them how I could tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue and teeth. And, when I made a joke about how I pretty much spend my nights with a pair of gorgeous Jamaican men the quieter of the two I was sitting with mumbled, "Can I watch?" To which I retored in a way to serious tone, "Yes, definitely." After that came the talk about taking a Starburst out of the wrapper using only your mouth. Next week we will see who can and cannot do it. In a weird way I am hoping the guy who wants to watch me and my imaginary Jamaicans can unwrap it.
So there is a party going on in a suburb that takes an hour and a half to get to if you take the speedy transit. The party is taking place at the fancy house of my professor who has a million dollar book deal. A friend of mine is housesitting for him and was given permission to have a party and when you party at this profs house it means open bar. But, guess what I am doing? Umm yeah, drinking mint tea and watching Family Guy at home almost calling up people I know.
Tip of the Day: Is there a "Exes With" option on Facebook? You know like, "In a Relationship with..." but "Exes with..."
-Canadian Castaway
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