Saro gets happy over very weird things.
It's been a while since I last posted, and I feel quite talky, so I'll gloss over my week.
Last Tuesday, I gave a speech called ' Interview a Professional' for which I got to interview one of my favorite authors, M. I. McAllister, and for which I prepared a little les than I should have and ended up mostly winging the ending. Very stressful, considering I'm part of the majority of people who fear public speaking on a level comparable to death. (I fear being forgotten or unloved the most, for those who are curious.)
Then I stayed up until 3:00 am working on my Thematic Analysis, which was essentially (or at least I think, still haven't gotten my grade on it back) an essay analyzing the theme of a narrative work. That's right, this is homework for Professor Sexy. Im-port-ant. And since my logic begins a steep downward slope after 11:00 pm lead to conversations like this on my Skype with my dorm mate/childhood friend/class mate...
[9/21/2011 1:12:13 AM] Saro: did you know there are three ts in citation?
[9/21/2011 1:12:29 AM] Rain: .... how are there three ts?
[9/21/2011 1:12:30 AM] S: ... wait no, there are two. I just mispelled mine.
[9/21/2011 1:12:35 AM] R: Yeaaah. XD
[9/21/2011 1:12:36 AM] S: tfgggggggg
[9/21/2011 1:12:45 AM] S: *that was a head desk
[9/21/2011 1:12:50 AM] S: onto the keyboard
[9/21/2011 1:12:53 AM] S: WOW
And so on.
Then I turned it in on Wednesday after a Sociology test, then decided to invite a three of my best male friends from State Fair to eat out with me and celebrate in the dining halls Thursday night. Which was very fun and alll... right up until I met the only guy in any of my classes so far I find cute.
Some quick background on him - he's slightly younger than me, likes outdoors stuff, was pressured by his parents to attend a different college in a neighboring state and appears to be liberal. I remember all these things because he's in my first class (Physics) and was the first in our class to introduce himself and for reasons I can't even begin to understand reminds me of Shikamaru. They are nothing alike, I swear, but the label has affixed itself for his forehead, wwhatevver.
Anyway, I turn around from talking to my friends in line and see him. And he smiles at me and says, "Hi, Saro."
....
And it hits me that the reason I like him ,aside from the odd affinity for sporty sunglasses and baseball caps that give him hilariously inverse-Gaara eyes, is because he has the most adorable smile ever.
I almost never see him outside of class, and he remembers my name. And smiles. It honestly made me so happy, upon later reflection, that someone whose life I have such a small impact on remembers me and smiles at me that I teared up.
But at that exact moment, I realize that I really, really like this kid. And I've just been seen chatting happily with three other guys. It also hits me that I should probably say hi back and I think I'm blushing and shiiiiiit. But I say hi back, ask him how he's doing, he replies that he's fine and I excuse myself like a dimwit and scuttle off into the foodline furthest from him.
And proceed to beat my head with a food tray.
That night, I was swayed by moar Skype and the internet to not do my math homework, which is due every M/W/F at 8 pm, until 4 am or so. I was planning on going home right after class on Friday, thus I pulled an all nighter and downed half a bottle of 5 hour energy.
Never, ever, ever am I doing this again. Caffiene, I learned, only makes me panic over the tiniest things, which I normally do anyway, but to the point of almost hyperventilating in Physics class. Then I crashed, black out most of my Com class (I have no memory of it, seriously, but I was told no one noticed anything off about me), fell asleep in the front row of Math and woke up when my elbow slipped off the desk and everyone except the teacher stared, revived myself enough for Sociology and turned in my essay in Lit with all the enthusiasm of a dead snake.
I decided to grab a quick dinner before going home, then proceeded to have my stomach bloat like a rotting fish and felt miserable the whole ride home. Especially when I learned we were picking up my dad from the airport, and he expected us a half hour earlier than we were. Ironically, he was quite civil to us all - ironically being had it been my mother he would have ripped her up and down and sideways verbally.
The bloating and misery lasted all of Friday, sending me to bed early enough to miss talking with my cousin who had come down from Colorado for the main event of Saturday; my grandpa's 90th birthday. It did not send me to bed so early as to stop me from reading the latest issue of Game Informer and getting feebly excited over Skyward Sword.
Saturday was okay, got up earlier than I wanted, had a pretty fun time even when my sister joked about hooking me up with an admittedly cute distant cousin. (I went into the kitchen, rocked back in forth in the fetal position which worked surprisingly well until I came back out to discover said cute cousin, his mother, mine and my sisters had all be talking about me and wondering where I was.) Ate more cake and ice cream and AD mints than should ever be consumed, got little sleep and left again more early than I wanted for college on Sunday. Felt even more sick, looked up stuff on the internets for help dealing with my internal parasites and realised I had bought food that very day that would only make my sickness worse, napped, had soup and avoided homework, then slept.
Monday was uneventful, and I discovered that yes indeed I am down with something again and no I can't even make eye contact with Non-Shika, which is probably good because it's hard for me to concentrate on the lesson when I'm waiting for him to smile again because it has now become my life's goal to become better friends with him, just to see him smile more.
Which leads us to Tuesday, where I interviewed my professor for Physics and had a hilarious time. And then I came home and discovered that someone had stolen my 70 hour GaaSaku fanart and edited it into a GaaOC. Of course, I reported it and it's already been taken down (special thanks to the lady who let me know of it) but... I was oddly happy over it. Pissed of course since it's freaking theft, but I'd never figured my art 'good enough' to steal.
It might have happened before, and even mow there might be people out there selling prints of my Neopets or something but it was kinda cool to have someone I'd never known recognize my work and inform me that someone else had liked it enough to rape the content of it.
Ah well.
Now I can post the new Vocaloid video I found and get back to work on writing up a 'reflective essay' on my interview. First person past tense, whoo hoo!
This entire post was not an excuse to post this... but it was kind of a block of text. Sowwy. :C
Last Tuesday, I gave a speech called ' Interview a Professional' for which I got to interview one of my favorite authors, M. I. McAllister, and for which I prepared a little les than I should have and ended up mostly winging the ending. Very stressful, considering I'm part of the majority of people who fear public speaking on a level comparable to death. (I fear being forgotten or unloved the most, for those who are curious.)
Then I stayed up until 3:00 am working on my Thematic Analysis, which was essentially (or at least I think, still haven't gotten my grade on it back) an essay analyzing the theme of a narrative work. That's right, this is homework for Professor Sexy. Im-port-ant. And since my logic begins a steep downward slope after 11:00 pm lead to conversations like this on my Skype with my dorm mate/childhood friend/class mate...
[9/21/2011 1:12:13 AM] Saro: did you know there are three ts in citation?
[9/21/2011 1:12:29 AM] Rain: .... how are there three ts?
[9/21/2011 1:12:30 AM] S: ... wait no, there are two. I just mispelled mine.
[9/21/2011 1:12:35 AM] R: Yeaaah. XD
[9/21/2011 1:12:36 AM] S: tfgggggggg
[9/21/2011 1:12:45 AM] S: *that was a head desk
[9/21/2011 1:12:50 AM] S: onto the keyboard
[9/21/2011 1:12:53 AM] S: WOW
And so on.
Then I turned it in on Wednesday after a Sociology test, then decided to invite a three of my best male friends from State Fair to eat out with me and celebrate in the dining halls Thursday night. Which was very fun and alll... right up until I met the only guy in any of my classes so far I find cute.
Some quick background on him - he's slightly younger than me, likes outdoors stuff, was pressured by his parents to attend a different college in a neighboring state and appears to be liberal. I remember all these things because he's in my first class (Physics) and was the first in our class to introduce himself and for reasons I can't even begin to understand reminds me of Shikamaru. They are nothing alike, I swear, but the label has affixed itself for his forehead, wwhatevver.
Anyway, I turn around from talking to my friends in line and see him. And he smiles at me and says, "Hi, Saro."
....
And it hits me that the reason I like him ,aside from the odd affinity for sporty sunglasses and baseball caps that give him hilariously inverse-Gaara eyes, is because he has the most adorable smile ever.
I almost never see him outside of class, and he remembers my name. And smiles. It honestly made me so happy, upon later reflection, that someone whose life I have such a small impact on remembers me and smiles at me that I teared up.
But at that exact moment, I realize that I really, really like this kid. And I've just been seen chatting happily with three other guys. It also hits me that I should probably say hi back and I think I'm blushing and shiiiiiit. But I say hi back, ask him how he's doing, he replies that he's fine and I excuse myself like a dimwit and scuttle off into the foodline furthest from him.
And proceed to beat my head with a food tray.
That night, I was swayed by moar Skype and the internet to not do my math homework, which is due every M/W/F at 8 pm, until 4 am or so. I was planning on going home right after class on Friday, thus I pulled an all nighter and downed half a bottle of 5 hour energy.
Never, ever, ever am I doing this again. Caffiene, I learned, only makes me panic over the tiniest things, which I normally do anyway, but to the point of almost hyperventilating in Physics class. Then I crashed, black out most of my Com class (I have no memory of it, seriously, but I was told no one noticed anything off about me), fell asleep in the front row of Math and woke up when my elbow slipped off the desk and everyone except the teacher stared, revived myself enough for Sociology and turned in my essay in Lit with all the enthusiasm of a dead snake.
I decided to grab a quick dinner before going home, then proceeded to have my stomach bloat like a rotting fish and felt miserable the whole ride home. Especially when I learned we were picking up my dad from the airport, and he expected us a half hour earlier than we were. Ironically, he was quite civil to us all - ironically being had it been my mother he would have ripped her up and down and sideways verbally.
The bloating and misery lasted all of Friday, sending me to bed early enough to miss talking with my cousin who had come down from Colorado for the main event of Saturday; my grandpa's 90th birthday. It did not send me to bed so early as to stop me from reading the latest issue of Game Informer and getting feebly excited over Skyward Sword.
Saturday was okay, got up earlier than I wanted, had a pretty fun time even when my sister joked about hooking me up with an admittedly cute distant cousin. (I went into the kitchen, rocked back in forth in the fetal position which worked surprisingly well until I came back out to discover said cute cousin, his mother, mine and my sisters had all be talking about me and wondering where I was.) Ate more cake and ice cream and AD mints than should ever be consumed, got little sleep and left again more early than I wanted for college on Sunday. Felt even more sick, looked up stuff on the internets for help dealing with my internal parasites and realised I had bought food that very day that would only make my sickness worse, napped, had soup and avoided homework, then slept.
Monday was uneventful, and I discovered that yes indeed I am down with something again and no I can't even make eye contact with Non-Shika, which is probably good because it's hard for me to concentrate on the lesson when I'm waiting for him to smile again because it has now become my life's goal to become better friends with him, just to see him smile more.
Which leads us to Tuesday, where I interviewed my professor for Physics and had a hilarious time. And then I came home and discovered that someone had stolen my 70 hour GaaSaku fanart and edited it into a GaaOC. Of course, I reported it and it's already been taken down (special thanks to the lady who let me know of it) but... I was oddly happy over it. Pissed of course since it's freaking theft, but I'd never figured my art 'good enough' to steal.
It might have happened before, and even mow there might be people out there selling prints of my Neopets or something but it was kinda cool to have someone I'd never known recognize my work and inform me that someone else had liked it enough to rape the content of it.
Ah well.
Now I can post the new Vocaloid video I found and get back to work on writing up a 'reflective essay' on my interview. First person past tense, whoo hoo!
Click to viewThis entire post was not an excuse to post this... but it was kind of a block of text. Sowwy. :C