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

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

You could talk to me? Tell me what you want, what you don't, what you can live with? Try to help me make it better for you? Shit, Matt, I don't know any more about this than you do, but I goddamn well want to make it work!

Uh-huh. Just like I'm perfectly fine and you don't worry about me at all. Right.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

And if you don't agree with me? It'll only make the problem worse, and I'd rather things just...go on like they are. I'm all right--I really am. I'll probably never get used to Hitsugaya, but...that's all right. There's nothing you can do to fix that, and I'd never make you choose, so...relax, all right?

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

You don't think we could work out a compromise or, I don't know, something? Does it have to only be that you tell me what you want and if I don't like it, that's it?

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?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

That's not the problem though, Mello. I know you won't like it, and I don't want to ask you to change things for me, so what's the point?

I don't think I would. Not anything like you do, anyway.

Would you...If I...nevermind

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

But I... is it really better for you to be unhappy? I don't want or like that, either!

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?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I don't know. I'm not that unhappy, Mello, really. I'll be okay.

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.

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

I'm still worried about you, you know.

And why not? You're a great guy; why would anyone not want to be friends with you?

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

Well you shouldn't be.

Because! I'm with you! It's probably...weird for him.

[chocomachinegun.livejournal.com]

Well I am anyway.

Maybe. I could ask him. But I won't if you're too uncomfortable with it.

[popcornlasers.livejournal.com]

You really don't need to, Mello.

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.