April 28/08

Well, here's the honest to goodness up-to-the-minute- thought process:
So here’s the new one. I have no other place to keep a diary, since every other thing that I had one on happens to have downsides. Well. That’s not good since I need a place to write my innermost thoughts or else I get all confused and muddled and often depressed and then my work threatens to fire me. Since we know how bad that is, let me get this out.

I really think that that Baker boy is good looking. I don’t know how intelligent he is, but man, is he a nice something to look at. I walked into him in the office today-not intentionally, mind you, but *sigh* is my only point.
Do you know what, though? I think that when I’m around people that I find attractive, I get more aware of what I’m doing and what I look like and become really… aloof? I think the word would be. It’s really annoying and something to do to hide the stupid fear I feel around an attractive person because that’s what happens-it’s my survival mechanism. GAH!
I get all fake-confidence and annoying and “better than thou” and that’s what drives people away. It’s not like I’m afraid of the guy…wait. Who am I kidding? It’s exactly that. I’m terrified that he’ll dislike me, so I make myself cold enough that he won’t like me, so I’m not disappointed that he might not when he doesn’t. I hate what I am, a lot. That’s why I never fall in love with the people I’m with; it’s because if I’m dating them, then we’re only close enough to be friends and it could never go further.
Hem. I wonder…
The next time I see someone I like, I’ll smile at them instead of just being cold and nervous. Yes. I will. I will not only smile at them, I will also say “Hi, I’m Amy.” Because saying “Hi, I’m Amy and if you play your cards right and show some intelligence I might actually date you” sounds sort of… obnoxious. Okay, yes, really obnoxious.

Hem, this Pat Baker thing sort of lasted a long time. It’s probably because he’s that guy I don’t want to reach for, so I’m going to just admire from afar… I guess I am slightly afraid of him, because he hangs out with people I’ve never associated with and to go out with a guy from a different friend class means that I’ll have to start talking to the other group… Unless there’s a cool meshing of groups and we all just end up friends… Ha-ha.
Like that will ever happen. Like, in a million years, like. Never.

Maybe I should write a story on this. Hm.
Nifzeta and the good looking boy with dark hair walk into a bar and say ouch.
Ahhahahahahahahaahahahaahahahahaa*cough, cough*hahahahahaahahahahhahahahaahahaaaaaa*cough*hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaah*sneeze*!
Right. Maybe. But anyway, that wasn’t the point of all this. The whole point is that I’m thoroughly disappointed in the number spelling mistakes (which are actually “Hems and just underlined. And the other whole point is that I’m a wimp and I’m too terrified to ask a guy out even though I’m really well versed in dating and mating and all that.
So. Next time I see him, I will introduce myself and I will talk to him, after I find out if he’s dating someone. Because he’s hot.
Or maybe I’ll just talk to him anyway. Even if I don’t know if he’s dating someone. I heard that he dated Natalie Scoccia (Sp?) last year, but that doesn’t mean much, as far as I’m concerned.
Man, he’s good looking.
Fits the bill for that dream man, too… except for the intelligence, unless he’s already taken smart courses while I was falling back to the dumb ones.

Then again, he doesn’t really make himself available at all… I think that was the first time that I’ve seen him this semester, even in the caf and hallways and places that are usually frequented. Then again, I know that I haven’t seen Tanner and the guys that Baker hangs out with often, either. That could be, though, because by the time that you hit returned grade 12, you’re old enough to know that the foyer isn’t cool to hang in…. it would be hilarious if that was where he hung out.
Haha, this sub’s hilarious. She’s wandering around the room watching what everyone’s doing to make sure we’rea ll doing work. Uh oh, I think that maybe Nolan’s back. I was…nope. Some gym teacher with no hair.
Damnit! I wish I had have said something to Pat while we were in the office. It’s that three second rule about people. If, in the first three second of seeing them you don’t start hitting on them, you shouldn’t. Because after that you’ve psyched yourself out so much that you’re terrified of talking in the first place.
And then they walk past you even though they spent a good three seconds looking at you too.
Of course. *smacks self in head*.
Man, he’s good looking. I’m angry with myself for not saying something. Arghhhghghghg.
“Hi, I’m Amy. I don’t know you, but I’d like to.”
Is it really that hard? Is it? I so missed out on that. Gah.
And so I just spent some time doing that, and complaining how dumb I am, and how much of a wimp I am, and how awkward I am in society, I’m going to get back to my work so that Nolan doesn’t kill us all when he gets back and finds out we spent a half hour writing a diary labeled Stuff under the CommTech Folder of my homework. Yes. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, right as soon as I’m not terribly gah’ed about this thing.
Ah, man. He’s amazing looking, and tall, and has gorgeous hair. And he looks serious and really moody which could be because he’s never smiling… Sigh. Sigh in my head and out loud. *sigh*.
This stupid obsession thing’s not going so well for me. I always have… I don’t want to call “crushes” crushes because it sounds childish, but I guess that’s what this is, technically.