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I'm so tired of being in this little room.
On the other hand, I did something intelligent today. Well, first I did something stupid by leaving by myself after the class because Tim (who I always eat lunch with) had a meeting with the professor instead of outright asking him if he wanted to have lunch when he was done because even though it has become kinda routine, it still is a bit improvised (as in I hang around until he asks me what I'm up to). So after walking around in circles outside the building waiting for him to come out, I came back to the dorm (which is five minutes away) and forced myself to take out the phone and call him instead of just moping for the rest of the day cause I'm lonely. So we met up at a shopping center on my street, bought some food, and ate on one of the benches outside. So now my limbs are frozen because I wasn't moving around and the radiator in here is crap. But I really shouldn't complain about that when people are freezing at minus whatever temperatures back home (Illinois, not PR, which is lovely and wonderful and perfect and I want to go back).
Anyway, guess what? I came out about the slash thing. Seriously. I didn't mean to, but it happened. I've mentioned the writing thing to Tim a couple of times and oddly enough, he never asked what I wrote. No questions. That's the first time ever. It'd actually being bugging me, even though I'm extremely wary about saying I'm a writer because then people want to know what I write and then it gets awkward. But then today in the break I said that I spent the last two days compulsively writing and then we just kept going and he started asking, very gradually at first. If I write short stories or novels. If I let people read them. It wasn't until we were having lunch that he asked the direct question and I just kinda hesitantly said it. Gradually. And as I expected he was kinda like, "Oh" but not in a bad way and now I feel kinda odd and giggly about it. I mean... I don't know. I do have a couple of gen pieces if he's interested in looking at that. Now I really wish I'd made some proper headway into the original stuff, but since I'm not a big fan of original short stories, all I have is unfinished novels.
I'm still pretty sure he's not interested in me. Else how would he have forgotten about lunch? Although he didn't cut his hair as short as last time, probably because I insisted that I didn't like it too short. I've got it so bad. I don't even want to call it a crush because all my earlier crushes have been purely shallow 'he's cute', 'we have stuff in common' stuff and even that has been surprisingly rare. I've never thought about them every single day. Now I know what the main character of my original novel feels like.
On the other hand, I did something intelligent today. Well, first I did something stupid by leaving by myself after the class because Tim (who I always eat lunch with) had a meeting with the professor instead of outright asking him if he wanted to have lunch when he was done because even though it has become kinda routine, it still is a bit improvised (as in I hang around until he asks me what I'm up to). So after walking around in circles outside the building waiting for him to come out, I came back to the dorm (which is five minutes away) and forced myself to take out the phone and call him instead of just moping for the rest of the day cause I'm lonely. So we met up at a shopping center on my street, bought some food, and ate on one of the benches outside. So now my limbs are frozen because I wasn't moving around and the radiator in here is crap. But I really shouldn't complain about that when people are freezing at minus whatever temperatures back home (Illinois, not PR, which is lovely and wonderful and perfect and I want to go back).
Anyway, guess what? I came out about the slash thing. Seriously. I didn't mean to, but it happened. I've mentioned the writing thing to Tim a couple of times and oddly enough, he never asked what I wrote. No questions. That's the first time ever. It'd actually being bugging me, even though I'm extremely wary about saying I'm a writer because then people want to know what I write and then it gets awkward. But then today in the break I said that I spent the last two days compulsively writing and then we just kept going and he started asking, very gradually at first. If I write short stories or novels. If I let people read them. It wasn't until we were having lunch that he asked the direct question and I just kinda hesitantly said it. Gradually. And as I expected he was kinda like, "Oh" but not in a bad way and now I feel kinda odd and giggly about it. I mean... I don't know. I do have a couple of gen pieces if he's interested in looking at that. Now I really wish I'd made some proper headway into the original stuff, but since I'm not a big fan of original short stories, all I have is unfinished novels.
I'm still pretty sure he's not interested in me. Else how would he have forgotten about lunch? Although he didn't cut his hair as short as last time, probably because I insisted that I didn't like it too short. I've got it so bad. I don't even want to call it a crush because all my earlier crushes have been purely shallow 'he's cute', 'we have stuff in common' stuff and even that has been surprisingly rare. I've never thought about them every single day. Now I know what the main character of my original novel feels like.
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