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Tuesday Feeling: Like I just dodged a potentially *very* uncomfortable situation. I don't know why I feel pressure to write every day. It's not like something interesting happens every day. Yesterday, for instance, I flopped down on a couch in work study to wait for my turn at the computer, and fell asleep for three and a half hours. (Someone needed a nap.) Mike was nice to me and shut the door to leave me in peace. Today I finished my art class and am now free of the 200-year-old demon woman who puts way too much significance on a six-week night class. (What kind of significance, you ask? Three papers, two tests and a final exam, and a required trip to the museum across town where I got to pay full admission. This was a six-week-long class, people.) Last night when I was talking with a friend (let's call him Falstaff), something in his demeanor seemed a little more determinedly flirty than usual (he is a constant flirt. But sometimes there seems to be an edge to it that's not just kidding). Which made me nervous. And we had The Talk. I asked the question which is guaranteed to give any male sweaty palms: "Be brutally honest; how do you feel about me?" Thank God he said we were just friends. I did not want that to become messy. Poor guy, I refused to explain why I was asking, and I bet he was terrified that I was about to confess my undying love for him or something. Nobody wants that. At least not anyone in my neck of the woods. There. That is all the entry I can manage to eke out. (Hee, I used the word eke. Next on my list is nihilistic.) Comments? 2 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |