ack.

plan was to shower and get over to the department so i could photocopy this chapter and return the big giant book to the professor and pack for the fact that i'm leaving tomorrow, all before choir practice at 1:00.

i remembered that choir practice is at 1:30 just in time to remember that i actually have a lunch thing at 12:00 for a friend whose birthday is tomorrow.  RAR.  better step up the pace, then.

to-do list

shower and dress
pidge journals back to supervisor
copy enormous chapter on coordination and supplementation
pack bags
lunch for friend's birthday, at which fuss made over birthday = nil
choir practice
carol service
dinner
party!


better move bag-packing to between choir practice and carol service, i think.

to-do list, updated

shower and dress
pidge journals back to supervisor
copy enormous chapter on coordination and supplementation
pack bags - in progress
lunch for friend's birthday, at which fuss made over birthday = nil
choir practice
carol service
dinner
party!

okay, you know what --

sometimes, you think someone is Looking at you, and you're not sure, so you don't know how to react, and maybe he is or maybe he isn't, hard to say, who knows, etc. etc.  and you generally want to avoid awkwardness, so you don't make a thing about it (until possibly one evening when you're very drunk and you e-mail to ask him if in fact he's been hitting on you for the past three months, and two weeks later he says Actually, no).

but other times (and with other people, i mean), it's really difficult to deny that there have been a lot of moments where you've looked up and caught him looking at you.  and given how much you have in common, it wouldn't even be all that surprising if he had also noticed how much you had in common.  and it's not a sure thing, because the only sure thing is his actually crossing the room and saying So how about it? (or, his saying Yeah, sure, all right, after you've crossed the room to say So how about it -- we do believe in gender equity here, about which more in a moment), but really, there have been a lot of moments where he's been looking at you when you weren't looking.  far too many for it to be, for example, that you've had something in your hair, or your shirt on inside out, or whatever.

and you know, into the bargain, that he's a) single, b) not nuts about that fact, but c) unlucky with women (or so he says), and therefore d) shy.  so the fact that there have been not only loads of times when he was looking at you but also a fair number of times that he could have said something, made a single overture, even plenty of such times when there was no crowd of fellow-students around the place to witness the whole thing (at least one of whom has a crush on him, by the way), -- that fact becomes fractionally less relevant, because if he's all shy and whatnot maybe he's not the type to make an overture, even given lots of opportunities to do so, so maybe you have to.

but you're not really the type to do so either, are you.

bah.  best to finish packing the bags and then go to bed so you don't oversleep in the morning and miss the plane.


oh, also, to-do list, updated again:

shower and dress
pidge journals back to supervisor
copy enormous chapter on coordination and supplementation
pack bags - almost done
lunch for friend's birthday, at which fuss made over birthday = nil
choir practice
carol service
dinner
party!