Blue moon

Well, I get to see his groin -- seven years too late.

Back at camp in 1995, a friend of mine and I had a crush on the most awesomely gorgeous guy in the world. He was taken, of course, but he didn't mind our adoration.

Chatting with his g/f now. Cool. She reminds me of another g/f of his, years ago. Both nice women.

I think I'll like Dee.

Good. Working.

LJ seems to be its usual cheerful self again. Awesome.

palmtop update

11:22 am: Getting orange chicken to celebrate Acct final.

Darkside was sweet this morning. Nothing romantic of course. He listened calmly to my babbling about the new romantic prospect.

Hmm. I do tend to have that effect:

I am Fluorine: I am Fluorine. I'm quite a nasty piece of work: I'm so reactive that I force other elements, even inert ones, to react with me. Take the what chemical element are you test

Of course, I'm also one of the varieties of people who calms others down and keeps a nasty reaction from getting too bad.

...most of these tests have very few answers for people with distinctly dual or more natures. Back in psych class in high school, I had to go through any personality-type quizzes twice, once for Joan-prime and once for Shanna. I'd write down two different answers and then compute the scores for both of us. It was amusing. The rest of the class was a little creeped by me, though...

your final answer

got to school around 7, but still had breakfast with Darkside. Nice. Very nice.

We both tried to study. Something he said triggered one of my moments, the bad kind, and all studying ground to a halt. He can read me no matter what I do, so I let him see it after he noticed it, to eliminate the weird guessing games and get me back to normal as soon as possible.

Somehow, to my underlayer of consciousness, him walloping me means that he cares about me despite it all, perhaps not as a lover, but certainly as a friend. I went a little overboard with the hugginess today. Finals week means that it hits home harder that he and I won't be going to school together in a very short time.

I can take a lot of things, but being separated from my friends is not one of the things I do well at.

finals, again.

Well, Ron is the best at telling me I didn't perform up to potential, of all my instructors ever.

Think I got a B there.

I got a B on the big accounting project, so that class is decently mine. Whoo! If I didn't bomb the final, that is.

Stats, should be fine. Gotta love stats. That's tomorrow.

How can I sing when every song reminds me of you?

There are now three men in my life. Yep. Darkside, first. Then Adam. Then the third guy. I told Darkside who he was, of course, since Darkside gets to know everything. Of the three, I think of Darkside the most ideally ... but I think of the new guy as being the most romantic. Votania says the new guy is likely to sweep me off my feet if I'm not careful.

Will it last forever?

I hope to be friends forever with all three, Darkside especially. Romantically, who knows. Who cares. It's fun, and maintaining the friendships is going to be priority before maintaining romance. A dead romance may be revived between friends, if both want to do it hard enough. A dead friendship is less appetizing than a dead fish, an old dead fish.

You who I kissed yesterday... oh my. Adam's gotten far calmer on the topic, which is a Good Thing; he rationally analyzed his position and came to the conclusion that I'm serious, I'm not vengeful upon him for the V* debacle, and this is workable. He was just startled, at first...

oh my.

The thought overwhelms me. < /v > is not a specialty I ever saw myself with...