Megan (
themegaloo) wrote2006-08-30 02:14 pm
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A few things!
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*
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*
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Sorry for butting in.
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He doesn't want to hurt you, but he has, and you just..just turning into jello and taking it, that really doesn't fix anything at all.
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And I'm not just taking it. I want him to be happy. If I'm not enough to make him happy, he's free to find happiness in other people. That's up to him, not me.
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And how can I be sure he'd even choose me?no subject
And he doesn't want to choose any more than you want to ask him to.
Could you possibly be content as...not being the only one he was with, but still undeniably important to him and with him? Just as a matter of curiosity.
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And I can't imagine it gets any better when you're sitting there, coming up with all these thoughts about what he must be thinking and feeling about this without really knowing.
And as such, I repeat, you lot have got to talk this out.
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But you're unhappy! How can it not be your business? Arrgh! You're so frustrating!
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You don't have to worry about me! I'm fine, dammit!
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Uh-huh. Just like I'm perfectly fine and you don't worry about me at all. Right.
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You've never even met him! You might like him if you did...
But... you... I don't want to choose, dammit! But I don't like you being miserable, either! Do you think I can't see that you are, at least a lot of the time?
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I don't think I would. Not anything like you do, anyway.
Would you...If I...
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You'll never know if you don't at least meet him. It might be good if you two could at least be friends.
Would I, if you... what? Don't just stop like that! What were you going to say?
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I...don't think that's possible, Mello, I really don't. I'm sorry, I just don't...what makes you think he would even want to be friends with me? I just can't see that working.
Nothing, Mello. Really, nothing.
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And why not? You're a great guy; why would anyone not want to be friends with you?
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Because! I'm with you! It's probably...weird for him.
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Maybe. I could ask him. But I won't if you're too uncomfortable with it.
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I'm not--Just--Look, if he doesn't want to talk to me on his own then I don't see the point in pressuring him to.