Had a small instance of "small world" syndrome again. No biggie. Just kind of... weird. You'd think that I'd have gotten over the weirdness of this happening to me by now, but I haven't.
My studying... is going off-track. And I'm not even spending my procrastination time watching hockey. However, I did catch the last bit of the Habs game and the beginning of the Canucks game before resigning myself to my room to try and study. Before I continue with my blog post for the day, I have to say that I'm impressed by how Price has upped his game this season. I had pretty much written off the Habs this season, especially since Halak was sent to St. Louis, but Price is doing tons better than I'd anticipated. Oh, and the Flames are just slow and old and pathetic now. I was laughing at how easily they were being scored on for the part of the game I caught today. Weirdly, I knew that it was time to go study when I started doing hockey (jersey) math: Luongo + Perrault = H Sedin, etc.
Alright. Time for some letters to society. Because if I don't write these, I will blow up at someone in real life and it will result in... nothing good.
Ahem...
(Personal blathering and whinings after the cut. Save yourself the annoyance and stop reading now.)
Dear girl who was in front of me in line at the bus loop today,
You are a great friend. You really are. Oh no, I know that you aren't my friend, but perhaps one day, we could be friends. I mean, the fact that you saved your spot in line for three other friends is just the most heart-warming act I witnessed today. And it sounded like you were all so happy! So happy to make it onto the bus and not be one of the four people left behind! Oh, those poor saps. Those four obviously don't have friends as good as you, dear girl who was just ahead of me in line.
And another point I must applaud you for, dear girl: you and your cohorts are most observant, aren't you? I mean, I don't know how the other passengers on the bus could ever survive without your whispering and giggling when anyone nods off near you. Those silly sleepy people and how ridiculous they look! Oi, if you hadn't whispered so loudly about the drool at the corner of that guy's mouth, I don't think anyone would have known! And what a tragedy that would be.
Alas, there exists only one more instance during which I will be graced with your presence on the 2PM public transportation vehicle leaving stop number 59275. Hopefully you will continue to delight me next term with your shrill laughter and loud gossip.
Sincerely,
Me.
P.S. If you continue to have problems solving the 24 Hours crossword, perhaps you can proclaim your futility a little more loudly and I can offer some assistance. Though I'm sure you don't need it. You're just pretending, right?
Dear creepy guys,
Oh you have no idea how long I have waited to write to you! No, don't be ashamed of what you're doing. It's who you are. Don't change a thing. Of course it's natural to want to assert your masculinity and skills -- whether those skills are of the romantic or sexual variety -- and I certainly cannot blame you for wanting to exhibit your macho-ness in the presence of perfectly normal, uninterested, innocent girls.
I understand that life has probably been tough for you, at least to a certain extent. You probably wanted to impress a girl or two and undoubtedly, there was one or two who shut you down faster than a theme park shuts down during a thunderstorm. But then you learned. Those girls were the wrong type. No, of course. It was so clear that you should go for someone out of your league. Someone who possesses average to above average and possibly pretty looks. Someone who works hard on schoolwork. Someone who will actually respond to you when you tell her that she is "hawt" (even if it is after a good five minutes). Someone who doesn't straight up reject you in a mean fashion when you suggest hanging out outside of school. Ah yes. These are the "nice" girls. The ones that enjoy perverted compliments. Or at least pretend to accept them.
Right. So keep doing what you're doing, creepy bastards. No, of course you aren't disenchanting girls in terms of what they think guys are like. And you are definitely not creating any sort of hostility in these girls towards men. I mean, with all your awesomeness that you've shown, how can any girl be turned off?
Hoping that future encounters are brief for fear that I drop dead from all the awesomeness and sexiness emanating from you,
Me.
So that's generally is what is going through my mind nowadays.
I'm also wrestling with something. Mentally, of course. I want to make amends with someone I haven't spoken to since July, acknowledged in real life since the start of term, and have gotten over. I think.
I know that if it had all been according to my own volition, I would never have stopped talking to this someone. But I am thankful that my friends wanted to protect me and made me do what I did. I understand why and I love them for it.
However, now that I am thinking of "blocking" a certain creepy pervert on MSN, I was reminded of this other someone and I just feel really very bad. I mean, it's been half a year since we've spoken and given that we are academically going down similar paths (if not the same one), I will probably be forced to come into contact with this someone again sometime. And I think I'm okay with it. Or maybe not, but I have to be.
I couldn't even focus on studying today because I kept composing e-mails in my head where I would try to make amends in a manner most "sorry"tastic. How very Canadian of me.
Admittedly, I only really focused obsessively about making amends when I thought that this someone had blocked me on MSN. It seems that he hasn't, but I am still mentally beating myself up.
But yes, I intend on making amends before January, after finals.
... if this is me relapsing, please stop me. I am too confused to really know anything.
EPICA IN JUST 2 DAYS. Excellent! And I have someone to go to the MCR concert with me which will be at the end of next term. Oh mannnnn, it's like these concerts were designed to keep me sane just before finals. Very good, very good.
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