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I should be packing. I should be doing homework. I should be reading some text. But I'm not. I'm wasting my time on this damn computer, reading journals, surfing message boards, and eating unhealth hazelnut-chocolate pear-shaped ice cream. Hurray!! One more day of school and it is off to a weekend in the sin city. That is, if I ever get packing. Went rockclimbing after school today. I was showing Mark the guy that I bumped into three times in one day. The reason why I realized this? He had the *prettiest* eyes I've ever seen. When we were talking to him today, I couldn't even look him in the eye. Meanwhile, Mark claims I was giving him a "bitchy" look. Okay. I don't know about that..I tend to look at people in the eye when I talk to them, to the point of sometimes making them uncomfortable and looking away. The exception is when I feel uncomfortable, and end up looking away first, or not making eye contact at all. I did this the other day when an instructor laughed, pointed at my t-shirt and said he liked it. It was a Tatula tee, with the phrase, "Only good girls keep diaries..." and on the back, "bad girls don't have the time". I like being a good girl, see??? Anyways it got me wondering if they really do know about my journal. Should I care? I DO care. But Mark says I'm just being paranoid. We went to Earls for a snack afterwards. It's pint and wing Wednesday, so we picked up a pair of Belgium Stellas' beer, a calimari, and hot wings. It was time well spent as we discussed how the human touch is so healing. I compared it to a hug on a bad day. It just feels better. So I gave him a hand and forearm massage while we waited for our food. Now I'm getting all weepy that I'm leaving Mark at home. I'll miss him. I know there's a line up of people wanting him to go to Vegas with them, he tells me jokingly that I'll have to get in line. Yep. I have to get in line, he says. Ok. If I want to sleep, I need to get things done. Happy New Year!
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