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That-Guy ... + some other stuff
Jun. 12th, 2008 04:23 pmSQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Earlier today I thought goats were going to be the high point of the day, but no, it got better!
I've mentioned before that That-Guy and I carpool with some other people from time to time, and today, when I was getting out, I turned back to grab my bag, and he SMILED at me.
At least, I think he did. He didn't meet my eyes, but I thanked the driver and That-Guy said "See ya" like he usually does, but I SWEAR there was a smile!
Anyhoodle, you know how it's been hot where I am? Well, someone set up a slip-n'-slide this afternoon, and we got out early, and a few people (mostly guys) used it. It wasn't a very good one, only like twenty-or-so feet of clear plastic stuck to the ground with large (formidable-looking) wooden stakes, but it was fun to watch.
Weird thing is, though, that as soon as I came outside adn sat down, That-Guy (who hadn't slid down yet) launched himself down the slip-n'-slide. He didn't do it again, but it made me really wonder. I mean, am I reading too much into that, or is it one of those testosteroney-things guys do to 'impress' girls? (It's not like he needs to impress me any more than his knock-out looks already have, really ... ) I'm hoping against hope that someday I'll glance over at his sketchbook (which I do a lot, because he's an AMAZING artist) and see that he's drawing ME. Is that silly of me?
ARGH, I don't understand straight men! My father is no help in this department! *headdesk*
The student who'd been on an exchange program for the past six months returned yesterday. Today, That-Guy and I were sitting on the same side of the picnic table, but he was at the far end of the bench and I was at the other far end. The exchange student sat down between us and said "So, are you two together yet?" I laughed and said "Welcome back, ____" but I wonder if he'd noticed something, or was just being his usual joking self.
Also, today I rubbed my fingers on a blue pastel, then under my eyebrows. I think I look like a raccoon (but was happy), but as aimisan wasn't there today *worries* I dunno for sure. I also drew the Heroes helix on my legs twice, and the sign of the Hallows twice as well, to draw away from the fact that my legs are as pale as a vampire's after the winter.
Sherlock Holmes kept me up past my 'bedtime' last night. That stuff is still funny, 100+ years later. Then I damned Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when I noticed the time. (TRUFAX!)
A friend is gonna give me one of his extra copies of the Complete Adventures (or whatever the technical term for all the Holmes escapades is) YAHOO!
Yes, I AM gonna read Agatha Christie as WELL this summer, but the library had a rather anemic collection so I held off.
Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to be finishing that Jane-Austen-era story that's DUE TOMORROW. FRACK! *dashes off*
Earlier today I thought goats were going to be the high point of the day, but no, it got better!
I've mentioned before that That-Guy and I carpool with some other people from time to time, and today, when I was getting out, I turned back to grab my bag, and he SMILED at me.
At least, I think he did. He didn't meet my eyes, but I thanked the driver and That-Guy said "See ya" like he usually does, but I SWEAR there was a smile!
Anyhoodle, you know how it's been hot where I am? Well, someone set up a slip-n'-slide this afternoon, and we got out early, and a few people (mostly guys) used it. It wasn't a very good one, only like twenty-or-so feet of clear plastic stuck to the ground with large (formidable-looking) wooden stakes, but it was fun to watch.
Weird thing is, though, that as soon as I came outside adn sat down, That-Guy (who hadn't slid down yet) launched himself down the slip-n'-slide. He didn't do it again, but it made me really wonder. I mean, am I reading too much into that, or is it one of those testosteroney-things guys do to 'impress' girls? (It's not like he needs to impress me any more than his knock-out looks already have, really ... ) I'm hoping against hope that someday I'll glance over at his sketchbook (which I do a lot, because he's an AMAZING artist) and see that he's drawing ME. Is that silly of me?
ARGH, I don't understand straight men! My father is no help in this department! *headdesk*
The student who'd been on an exchange program for the past six months returned yesterday. Today, That-Guy and I were sitting on the same side of the picnic table, but he was at the far end of the bench and I was at the other far end. The exchange student sat down between us and said "So, are you two together yet?" I laughed and said "Welcome back, ____" but I wonder if he'd noticed something, or was just being his usual joking self.
Also, today I rubbed my fingers on a blue pastel, then under my eyebrows. I think I look like a raccoon (but was happy), but as aimisan wasn't there today *worries* I dunno for sure. I also drew the Heroes helix on my legs twice, and the sign of the Hallows twice as well, to draw away from the fact that my legs are as pale as a vampire's after the winter.
Sherlock Holmes kept me up past my 'bedtime' last night. That stuff is still funny, 100+ years later. Then I damned Sir Arthur Conan Doyle when I noticed the time. (TRUFAX!)
A friend is gonna give me one of his extra copies of the Complete Adventures (or whatever the technical term for all the Holmes escapades is) YAHOO!
Yes, I AM gonna read Agatha Christie as WELL this summer, but the library had a rather anemic collection so I held off.
Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to be finishing that Jane-Austen-era story that's DUE TOMORROW. FRACK! *dashes off*
