Delusion-Elle

lolololololol I forgot about pt. 2, but that's alright. No one ever said that I was good at math. x)
I am at work right now and there aren't too many people out near me except for the Hellevator ridespeople. They are not an especially friendly bunch, but oh well.

Okay so I'm going to talk about today.
I will start with the beginning of the day. I already blogged before school (because I was just that freakin' bored) so I'll cut to CPSC lecture since it was first class.
I sat in my usual Monday/Wednesday seat. I decided against sitting at the back of the room (my usual Friday seat) because when I sit at the back of the room, the seat next to me always gets filled within, like, 5 minutes. And I didn't really want that.
So I sat down in my usual seat and I was feeling pretty weird. A huge part of me had this feeling that the seat next to me would remain empty for the entire class. I mean, if you had witnessed the idiocy and absolute nubness I exuded the night before, you probably would have written me off as completely stupid and totally not worth trying to befriend (how do you guys put up with me?!). Oh my gosh, I am NOT even going to try and relay the messed up conversation we had last night. D: I think I need to stop listening to all the advice everyone gives me, lol. If he's not ready to accept my peace offerings, then so be it. I kind of like our STRICTLY FRIENDLY conversations anyways. :)

But anyway, the seat beside me did NOT remain empty. And that is the end of that. If you want more details, harass me personally and privately.
My other 2 classes went blah-ingly decent-ish, I suppose. Physics is always amusing. Especially since our prof isn't in this week and this crazy enthusiastic prof is filling in. Crazy. No lie.

So then I went home and was a creep again and found out that he's friends with a relative of mine. =___=
Which could make things very awkward. I told my mom and she's like: "Oh no wonder he talked to you, you look like her."
And I was like: "Really? o_o" Because no one ever told me of a resemblence. Not with her, anyway.
So now I'm not sure about anything.
All I'm sure about is that he is awfully awfully nice, but I think he just wants to be friends. And I guess I'm okay with that. I mean, for now anyways.

Oh hai. I just noticed that this post is hardly about Fright Nights.
Okay, so some Fright Nights info: it is raining (pretty hard as far as I can tell). I've sold about 6 tickets. I've only been here for 45 minutes and I feel like I should blog moar, but I have nothing else to say that isn't very very personal.

I AM DYING FOR SATURDAY. I really need to talk to a bunch of girls, all at once. JUST DON'T SAY THAT YOU'RE HAPPY FOR ME 'CAUSE I FEEL CONFUSED AND TIRED RIGHT NOW. That is not happiness.

Which reminds me, I wrote this "Happiness is..." poem months ago that I kinda liked. Kinda.
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You know you've worked at HMV when you can hear the first 4 bars of a song and you know what band it is, and what the song's called. *coughACDCcough*
Ahem.
I actually quite like ACDC. I don't know why.
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I want to talk to someone. :(

Oh my gosh, the ride operators are talking about PS3's. >___< And PS3's only remind me of one thing right now.