Monday, April 9, 2007

We like to party.

Today was definitely a whole lot of fun. A very good friend of mine from Oregon who goes to BYUI is in town until Wednesday, and we went to the museum of ancient life at thanksgiving point with a few of his friends, but they were coming from elsewhere so we rode together. Anyway, we chatted, and I told him, and he was just sort of like, 'meh'. So that went over really well. Then we hung out all day at his friend's house, and we baked brownies and watched youtube videos and played games and just had a generally great time. Then we left, hoping that we could make it back to Provo by 8:00. I was a little late to dinner, like ten minutes, but it was OK.

So anyway, he dropped me off at Salad's appartment, and I went in to see a whole bunch of really cool people as always. I wish I went over to Drex' and Salad's places more often. I always have a great time. Anyway, forgive me if I start to sound like a teenage girl, because I'm really doing my best not to here. One of my confidants definitely told me I sounded like one when I was talking to her after the party tonight, so I'm trying to be extra careful.

Anyway, Calvin was there, and as I've noticed is usual, I pretty much shut down. See, I was one of those lucky kids who went through high school and never had any trouble talking to anybody, or making moves when need be, or anything. Then Calvin shows up, and I know exactly how all those guys in the Disney Channel movies feel. I'm a debate champion, I'm a big time boyscout, I can get up in front of groups of over 400 with absolutely nothing to say and not even get nerves! But then, as soon as soon as he walks into the room, I start to over analyze everything.

He's not sitting next to me, does that mean he doesn't like me? But then, he got up to get pie with me, and totally stood next to me for like, five minutes while eating that key-lime pie. Maybe that's a good thing? And he gave me his last name so I could find him easier on facebook. But he hasn't responded to my friend request yet. I was kind of not flirting exclusively with him though. Maybe he took that the wrong way and thought I wasn't interested? And how come he stayed behind with Drex and Hidden after everybody else had gone?

You get the idea. Reading way the heck too much into any and every little thing. Just like a teenage girl with a hopeless crush. I think I'm mostly snapped out of it at this point, but yeah. See, this is my way of putting things into God's hands. I'm pretty sure he doesn't read my blog, so if he doesn't then he won't know (yet) that I kind of am starting to develop feelings for him. If he does, or randomly starts, then he will know that. Simple as that.

And if he's not into me, I'm OK with that. I think he's insanely attractive, and that he has a great personality, but if nothing comes of this, then that's OK. I can live with that. I can be happy in light of that. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, and even though I think he's pretty cool, if he just wants to be friends, I'm good with that.

Anyway, the food was awesome, I met iwonder in person, hung out with Gimple and Gay BYU Student until they left. Agirlwho and Attempting the Path were there, and so were two others, stephal... something and another who's blog I haven't read yet. And of course, Hidden, Salad, Drex, Calvin, and me. In a purely platonic way, if you're reading this, I'd like to take you up on that bonfire. I think they're fun. Anyway, until the next time something exciting happens...



Stephalumpagus said...

Hahaha I'm Stephalumpagus and the "other" was the Jet, one of my roommates. :) It was a really great party.

Original Mohomie said...

I know I've seen your blog before, but I hadn't really read it, I don't think, at least not beyond a perfunctory glance.

This post was fun to read 'cause I know everyone in it, and it was really trippy to go back to that time when things were so different for me. Crazy. Thanks for the trip. :-)

Oh, and when I say I know everyone in it, I mean everyone except you and maybe one other person. How do I not know you? Or do I?