Erm, um, … hi.
by krisis
elise
Where to begin.
This feels disturbingly like ninth grade. I remember my ninth grade dance… there was quite a fiasco about who i would bring, and i wound up bringing the most harmless nonromantic person i could bring and i wound up having an excellent time. I don’t know what possessed me to attempt to use an invitation to a dance as a tool of romantic acquisition, but it probably for the best that i didn’t get a chance to ask. Of course, not having a chance to ask made me possibly more miserable than hearing a no, but thank god other people have more sense than me. Thank God.
So, we danced for hours and had excellent fun, and it didn’t occur to me once that i wished i was with anyone else. Sometimes life has its serendipitous ways with us and we don’t even realize it until the dancing is done.
Speaking of which, try to follow this one:
At the start of Fall Semester i was in a student written/directed play. After our second performance, we had a reception, during which i was introduced to a pair of incredibly attractive roommates and a boy whose cuteness i considered a personal affront and challenge. I saw the three of them again at auditions for Lysistrata, where i pointed out the roommates to my own roomies, remarking upon which one i found especially distracting (despite their separate but equally stunning attractiveness). The other one of them was cast in the play, and shortly thereafter i was informed that she “wanted to marry me,” which struck me as strange since we hadn’t ever really spoken at length. I proceeded to make a sloppy drunken mess of hitting on her at a party, while i had the majority of my conversation with her uninterested roommate. A month later i asked said uninterested roommate out on a date based on her interest in paying attention to me upon further meetings. It was the perfect date, but did not seem to result in anything romantic, which i lamented at length. Lest i have the chance to put this crush behind me, she wound up being on the Stage Management staff with me for Formicans. Rest assured, it’s been all business. I was encouraged to ask her to our winter Ball, but balked, and when i finally got up the never i found out that she was attending with the cute freshmen guy (obviously my uncharacteristic distraction due to his cuteness was prophetic more than homosexual… who woulda thunk it?). I immediately swore off attending the Ball, only to have my mind changed by (drumroll, anyone?) her roommate, who asked me to go the next day.
So, i’m going to my winter formal with a girl who had a crush on me even though i sortof went on a date with her roommate and only didn’t ask said roommate to the formal because she was already planning to attend with the cute boy i met only seconds after meeting the both of them. Hors d’oeuvres at eight, dancing until one.
Drama served throughout.
So, this is as out of order as the rest of my life right now, fittingly, because i got all the way out of New Hope and into the umpteen hundred magic cards on my bedroom floor and skipped Saturday. So, that whole thread on masturbation will have to get resolved later. So.
Saturday.
In Autumn, hardly a week goes by without a party, and having been here for three years i’ve noticed that fall quarter falls into a neatly distributed schedule of nighttime affairs. Welcome Back! for returning people, and then Welcome Freshmen! to meet new girls, and then Kegger (part 1)!, and then Halloween, Supertech, Pre-Play, Cast Party, Post-Play, et cetera ad nauseum. Yes, i am a social fucking butterfly, because i wind up at all of them one way or another. But, anyhow, this past Saturday was Supertech and so we appeared at the corresponding party already quite inebriated from hitting the house liquor from last weekend. At some point before or during the inebriation process i was informed that one of the “new girls” seems to have a little thing for men of my type, so not only was i slightly drunk, i was slightly drunk with a mission!
Point being, not only does someone quite apparently have a crush on me, but she’s, like, sorta kinda really hot. And listens to good music. And has this really hot roommate… oh, wait, didn’t i mention that i had previously declared her really hot roommate the only Freshmen worth flirting with? Such is life. But, rest assured, they’re both really hot.
Please also rest assured that i’m not pulling a Selina on you and that i am, in fact, not currently at this girl’s place blogging around the issue. Here i am, blogging in the issue, tracking it all over my easily locatable page for all to see. Blog blog blog.
So, i don’t know, if she found my portrayal of a drunken lout charming i’m apparently just her type. Heaven only knows what that’s supposed to mean. As soon as i figure it out i’ll tell you…
So, here i am broadcasting wireless from the fifth to last row of our theatre with the aid of the roomies, and there are 30+ people on stage for auditions. 40minutes into the process and our director barely has them onstage. Linsday and Erika and I are here in the back, specifically to observe and to lament how dreadful and long auditions are and how happy we are that we’re not up there. I’m ostensibly skipping out on acting in this one because of my fraternity mini-convention, but really i let them set the date for it with full awareness that it would be a physical barrier in the way of my playing a part in our fall show. And i didn’t mind. So, this is it … me in the audience watching all those poor nervous faces on stage as it begins to dawn on them that they’re going to be here a long time. And again tomorrow night. And again on Wednesday. And for the rest of the term.
I hope they they all break a leg :)