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guess what i did today?
you'll never guess.
ok, i'll just tell you.
oh my own, i managaed to have a slight comversation with Soda! i planned it and everything. actually, it was like i was yelling at myself and then yelling back. but. we had a convo. i started out by telling myself to say something about URI. this would then make the convo relevant cause i am trying to decide weather or not to go there. he goes there. i decided to get his opinion of it all.
he's bagging for me like a nice guy so, at the start of an order i yelled at myself to freaking say something to him. i looked at the order coming and fixed the moment when i'd ask the question. strategically placing the big thing of toliet paper (lol) over where the paper bags go i look at him and say "you go to URI, right?" and that was a shocked expression and "yea." coming back at me. i did it! lol ok, so that's not where it ended but i can't really remember what was said. know when you're so psyched out that you can't pay attention. like, your brain is paying just enough attention to respond to something said but not enough to retain anything that happens. yea. that was this. i remember asking him if he liked it there. he said yea and asked if i was planning on going there. i said yea and i'm taking a summer class to see how i like it. i asked about the amount of papers. he said he didn't know about that cause he's a sience major. and...then he asked what i was going for and i told him i didn't know but hopefully i'll know once summer is over. and he nodded and smiled and i zoned out...again.
but his eyes...they're brown.
i had to tell myself to look. when i talk to people i like to look them in the eye, but i could never remember what color eyes he had. they're brown. mmm.
he got a hair cut too. finally! some face! i like that face. alot.
candisto, i dunno. i don't think i like him like that but everything is pointing to that. i'll have to talk to you later. *wink*
and now i'm home. i just had to convince my sister and mother not to wear jeans to the JG concert. i'm like "this is NOT some country gig or even John Mayer! you CANNOT wear jeans to the concert!" so they're not. but my sister is going to try and get away with a jean skirt...she will be swayed...
i mean, it's a classical-ish concert. you don't wear jeans to one of those! even I know that! *shrug* that's us country bumpkins for ya. jeans ho! good thing candisto isn't coming or she'd wear red sweatpants...sheesh.
SO i've go a singing test in music tomorrow and i don't know the piece. i've got a criminal law final friday. a paper due for history on wednesday. and a credit card bill to scrounge funds for. *sigh* oh, and car insurance is due very soon. very very soon. like the same day as my credit card bill. i told mom i didn't want to get one. eerch.
and that's... 2 days! - Weller