A few things!

[themegaloo]

Firstly, I finally remembered the other amusing story I had intended to relate yesterday:

So, for like, ALL OF LAST YEAR, including the summer, I lived on the third floor, backside of the building. Well, back as in "the side not facing campus," because if you're ON that side it would seem to be the front and all, but for simplicity's sake, I'm calling it the backside of the building

Then a few weeks ago I moved to the SECOND floor on the [relative] frontside of the SAME building. [Not sharing space with so many people so it's smaller and I like it <3 Plus my roommate? Completely fabulous. Only awkward point is the ex-boyfriend across the hall who FLEES, apparently, when he seens me. =/]

So yesterday, walking in from class, etc, so on, so forth, dullness, listening to music and then....then I realize I'm five steps from the third floor on the [relative] backside of the building!

So, naturally, I face palm and waltz around the third floor and go down the steps next to my room. I know, it's not a thrilling story in the least, but I know some people will want to taunt me with it at least!

Other Notable Happenings:
1. Look at my previous entry. Look at the number of comments [currently 167]. I have -never in my life- had that many comments to a post in my LJ. Ever. My inbox? It died. I have it going through Thunderbird, checking like, every minute, I believe for that account and I was getting comment notifications in groups of between 4 and 6 every few minutes for a while. I loved it! *amused*
2. I do solemnly swear not to call Matt adorable.
3. Does anyone know where I can find jeans with like, striped [via seams] pant legs?
4. ...brain died. I swear there was more. Why does this always happen to me?! *headdesk*

Comments

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

Possibly so. I suppose substituting caffiene for sleep doesn't work well.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

I really don't think that's it, Matt.

Please talk to him about this?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

I...I don't know, I still think I could say the wrong thing, fuck something up, say something that'll make him leave again...

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

I guess it would be, yeah. =/ But you can do it. And it won't fall apart, or, well, you're not going to let it.

I..I'm sorry. I didn't realize that this would turn out this way, I mean, at least he said anything at all. I'm sorry it wasn't to you. He's just...he's really nervous about losing you too, and seems to believe that broaching the subject will lead to that, to you leaving. And I hate that for both of you and I'm really, really trying to convince him otherwise, but he's really quite difficult to convince. =/

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

You won't. Because all you have to say is what you feel and think, and you know what that is, don't you? even if they aren't things you want to admit. He'll understand, you just have to trust him not to leave.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

And...if he does?

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

I sincerely doubt he will.

If he does, go after him.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

But... *sigh* I don't know. I just...I really don't see how talking will solve anything, but...I don't know. Maybe.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not like Not Talking is doing any better. So it's a different approach, right? Things aren't fine as they are-- I know you're about to pop up and say that. You know they aren't. So a different methond than this Not Talking is needed and Talking is a damn good idea.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

I...fine, maybe, but I just--I--fine. But if this goes to shit I'm pinning the whole fucking thing on you.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

I think that's fair.

Though, if you decide you hate me, I'd miss talking to you. But, fair enough.

I'll keep my fingers crossed that everything goes well.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I guess. I'll...let you know how it goes.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

I'd appreciate that.

Good luck, Matt.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

I'm far too good at fucking things up, though. I excel at it.

I've told him over and over that I'm not leaving, not unless he pushes me away. And I told him to follow me if I were an idiot and did. What more can I do?

Tell me about it. I'd have more luck banging my head into a brick wall.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

I think most people excel at it on some level or another.

I don't think you can do much more than that. That and hold to it, which I've no doubt you intend to do.

And. I'm not sure how exactly it happened, but he said he'd talk to you. So, good luck? Make sure he actually does.

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

Not generally to the extent I do of late.

But it's not bloody good enough, is it?

Thanks. I hope he will.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

...Sorry to barge back in, but have you actually talked to him yet?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

I...no.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

*sighs* Unsurprsing, really. And if I could sit you down with him and glare until you got going, I would. But hey.

And why exactly have you not done so?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

Well we had someone over last night unexpectedly, and we were kind of busy all today, so...not yet.

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

Right. Well, why not now?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

Because...

[themegaloo.livejournal.com]

Because what? There's no reason not to. Take a deep breath, have a smoke, and just do it.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

I just--I--ugh, fine.