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2003-04-16 One Down, Three to Go I'm hoping that this entry will make at least some sense, but I'm not promising anything- I'm feeling extremely tired, thanks to being up at 6:15 this morning, getting ready to go write my big geography final. It seemed to go alright, although there were a few shitty questions that I wasn't particularly fond of. The strange thing is how I don't tend to freak out at the mere sight of a tricky question. I'm usually nervous the day before, and the morning of, but once I step into that examination room, I just zen out. But, I don't want to write about my exam. That's over and done with, and it's quite boring, to tell you the truth. Monday is what I want to write about. I went to work, which isn't all that exciting, but when I came back home, I did a bit of studying for geography, had supper and then dressed myself up in a nice long black skirt with slits up the sides and an equally nice black shirt, put the sides of my hair back with bobby pins and stuck some artificial material daisies in my hair - hee. Then I left my house, realized that we were having the beginning of a thunderstorm, and headed off to school. The Religious Studies Undergraduate Society (RSUS) was hosting an end-of-the-year semi-formal ball at the religion building. Eight bucks for open bar, snacks and music. The music kinda sucked, but the drinks were good. However, as a little sidenote, I found it very interesting that I didn't end up feeling even the tiniest bit tipsy. I started off drinking lemonade and vodka, and then moved onto Sangria. I don't even know how many glasses I drank, but it was quite a few, and I wasn't sipping (that's the problem with punch - you have to keep reminding yourself that there's alcohol in there). Other people were "feeling good", but I was as sober as ever. Now, if I have a few beers, on the other hand, I don't get drunk, but definitely inebriated. I think I may take after my dad somewhat - give him hard alcohol and he's fine; give him a pint of beer and he's gone. I'm not quite so bad, but honestly, the vodka and the sangria should've had a much bigger effect on me than it did. Anyway. The ball. A few people from the Theories of Religion class I took were there, including my friend Jessica (who'd agreed to go if I went), and this, um, guy, Adrien. I don't actually know him all that well, but I guess I was sort of hoping that maybe that could change. See, I knew that there was a good chance he'd be there, and that was one reason I went despite the fact that I had an exam two days later. I was pretty shy all night, but he did come over and talk to Jessica and I for awhile, and then I finally got up the nerve and Jess and I brought our chairs over to where he and other people from the class were sitting. For awhile, he and I were talking, and since it was getting kind of loud, we had our faces literally only inches apart. I swear - I had to suppress this overwhelming urge just to lean a teeny bit closer and kiss him :) He did manage to incorporate into the conversation that he's single. I don't remember how he did that, since I was more focused on his aside. He did that whole, "My girlfriend - my ex-girlfriend..." And then he followed this up by, "You have a boyfriend" with such certainty that it made me laugh. Now, Jessica told me - and I've heard this before - that this is the usual way for a guy to find out the status of a girl he's possibly interested in, as well as telling her his own. Hopefully that was the case this time around. So, I delayed and delayed and delayed, but then the cab that Jessica had called and which we were sharing was nearby, and if I was going to do anything it had to be then. Otherwise, I'd likely never see him again. So I snuck into another room and jotted down my number. A girl asked if my cab was there, and Adrien popped up to give me the usual Quebecois double kiss (kiss on each cheek). So, I bit the bullet and swallowed my fear of rejection, and asked him if he'd like to hang out this summer, to which he replied that he would, so I gave him the number. Sigh. He seems like a nice guy, he's smart (extremely well-read, which makes me feel a little intimidated), cute, he's got a sexy Romanian accent, and the nicest smile. I still haven't heard from him, but hey, it's exam-time, and honestly I was sort of half-hoping he wouldn't call yesterday since I didn't have time to talk to anyone. But there's still that insecurity, wondering if he meant it when he said that he'd like to hang out, etc. But hey, if he doesn't, he doesn't. It's no biggie since unless we both want to, I won't be seeing him again. Anyway, I'm off to stop being such a lazy oaf and get some work done. |
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