That Slight Feeling of Deflation

So, things have been pretty rough for me and my friend these past few weeks, over a dispute about money.  I finally got to talk to her about things, and we've been doing great.  That was the best of it.  Well, I take it back; it was also nice to find out she was friends with one of my classmates.  And the three of us really get along great.

I guess it was also nice getting to try Hannibal Lecter's favorite wine: Chiatini, and finding that I really liked it (even though it is a VERY dry red).  The issue arose when I realized that my bubbly classmate really likes the scruffy short boy I was interested in...and he really likes her, too.

I guess what this whole thing forced me to realize is this: if a guy likes you enough, he's going to make a move.  And obviously, just being nice doesn't equate to "I like you".  It's probably more in the vein of "I want to be friends" or even "I want you to go away and leave me alone."  If a guy is interested, he's not going to be totally reserved and whatnot.  This isn't Victorian England.  This was a bit of a blow to me because I realized that I am not exactly popular with the guys in any way, no matter how much I might want to convince myself.  As a result, I drank a lot of Chianti.  I'm sure I'll be feeling it in the morning.

Weekly Wodehouse #24

It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

~P.G. Wodehouse

Poetry Reading Update

So, I'm back! And all in one piece still (even though my head is kind of killing me). No, dear readers, I was not getting drunk; I'm just tired, and it was very loud there. The poetry reading was a lot of fun, though, and really enjoyed all of it! At the end, there was time for open mike, and an estranged friend got up and read a poem about his experiences in the United States (he's from South America). It was a beautiful poem and it made me smile. If he gives me permission, I will post it for you. ;)

No, we did not drink...We're underage; I'm sure you have figured it out by now...but the Roomie had a friend offer to buy her a drink, but she turned it down, because she didn't realize that when he offered to "buy her something to drink," he meant that he wanted to buy her alcohol, not more Pepsi. :P Oh, that silly, silly girl.

I'm definitely coming back next year; and I'm going to write some poetry and read it aloud. That would be a lot of fun. What do you guys think?