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Jul. 24th, 1997 02:00 pmThursday, July 24, 1997 14:00
I don’t know what I meant by that. I’m having a good day today. Oh—was it the "love" thing? Varying defns thereof? Argh. N’spink. I told Chris (when Chris asked who I was) that I was Joan, the girl who Shawn was pretending not to be madly in love with. I think that is going to come back to haunt me in some shape or form, but it was a definitely fun thing to do!! This was some time ago, when I was talking with Shawn on the phone. He really, really, really misses me, which I think is very, very cute. I guess I like being his best friend, and I was very, very dumb indeed to think that Gretta could take over my place. Most favored nation trade status. *giggle*
If anyone and I ever do have sex, I do want it to be Shawn. I just don’t trust anyone outside of the favored circle of friends to be that close. I love…well, all of the inner circle. I just feel betrayed that Joshling is being an asshole during this time.
But Joshling was right about Daffyd ab Hugh—the guy is an abysmal writer!! Shawn really does soften up late at night. He probably will not be fencing, as poor darling will be having job and will need to study as well. We must coordinate schedules somehow. How, though? I need time to be with my darling student. I can just see the two of us studying together…I think that studying with him in person would be a good thing. I wonder if I’m ever going to get to go to his house to study with him? I wonder will he be invited over here to study? I think if he were tired enough he would not object to snuggling with me. He did not object to my saying "sweet dreams" to him last night. He was exhausted. Now if only I could slip into Shanna’s voice…he’s met Shanna in person once or twice, and he was startled. She was apparently not how he expected. He expected one of the more frivolous sides of her, I rather think. But when Shanna troubles herself to speak directly, to take over the voice, then she is not frivolous at all, in fact more serious than I am on my worse days for humorlessness.
I just love him so much.
My father is taking violin lessons from Narcissa. He gets called "Jimmy" for the lessons. *giggle* Jimmy! Gods. What a name for someone with the dignity of an outraged Cello sometimes…
I don’t know what I meant by that. I’m having a good day today. Oh—was it the "love" thing? Varying defns thereof? Argh. N’spink. I told Chris (when Chris asked who I was) that I was Joan, the girl who Shawn was pretending not to be madly in love with. I think that is going to come back to haunt me in some shape or form, but it was a definitely fun thing to do!! This was some time ago, when I was talking with Shawn on the phone. He really, really, really misses me, which I think is very, very cute. I guess I like being his best friend, and I was very, very dumb indeed to think that Gretta could take over my place. Most favored nation trade status. *giggle*
If anyone and I ever do have sex, I do want it to be Shawn. I just don’t trust anyone outside of the favored circle of friends to be that close. I love…well, all of the inner circle. I just feel betrayed that Joshling is being an asshole during this time.
But Joshling was right about Daffyd ab Hugh—the guy is an abysmal writer!! Shawn really does soften up late at night. He probably will not be fencing, as poor darling will be having job and will need to study as well. We must coordinate schedules somehow. How, though? I need time to be with my darling student. I can just see the two of us studying together…I think that studying with him in person would be a good thing. I wonder if I’m ever going to get to go to his house to study with him? I wonder will he be invited over here to study? I think if he were tired enough he would not object to snuggling with me. He did not object to my saying "sweet dreams" to him last night. He was exhausted. Now if only I could slip into Shanna’s voice…he’s met Shanna in person once or twice, and he was startled. She was apparently not how he expected. He expected one of the more frivolous sides of her, I rather think. But when Shanna troubles herself to speak directly, to take over the voice, then she is not frivolous at all, in fact more serious than I am on my worse days for humorlessness.
I just love him so much.
My father is taking violin lessons from Narcissa. He gets called "Jimmy" for the lessons. *giggle* Jimmy! Gods. What a name for someone with the dignity of an outraged Cello sometimes…
