Dorm Bathrooms

I think I might probably be the only one who thinks this way, but I find it really awkward to run into people in the bathroom. Since I live in a college dorm building with a shared bathroom, this unfortunately happens quite a lot. Rationally, there should be nothing too awkward about this. I mean, everyone goes to the bathroom, but still...

It's like, what are you supposed to say? "Hey, I just peed. You're here to pee. How's your day going? Excellent? Wonderful. Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm glad we could have this little chat."

Honestly. It's just weird. That is all.

P.S. On a totally unrelated note, NaNoWriMo has officially begun as of 38 minutes ago! Happy writing.

P.S.S. Ugh. I don't know what to write. I'm already failing and it's day one.

Awkward

Today I went to my creative arts class, which has 1200 people in it and is held in a huge auditorium. Because of this, it can be hard to find people if you meet up to sit together. 

Today I got to class first, so I texted my friend JesJes to tell her where I was sitting, and she said she would be there soon. 

So I was sitting alone, and this boy comes up and asks if he can sit in the seat next to me. I told him politely that I was saving the seat for someone, so he sat in the row behind me instead. 

Class started and JesJes wasn't here yet, so it was dark when she came in. She couldn't find me in the sea of a thousand students, so I had to sit alone awkwardly in front of the boy I told couldn't sit by me because the seat was taken. 

I'm consoled by the fact that I'll probably never see him again, and if I do, he hopefully won't remember. Yay for having such a big class! 

to walk in the wind

uitwaaien
(v.) to take a break to clear one's head;
lit. "to walk in the wind"

Sometimes I think I need to uitwaaien a bit. It is imperative that I figure out how to pronounce this word so that I can use it in my every-day language. It is my new favorite word.

My life is made

The Mystery of Social Protocol

Today I was walking down the sidewalk to go to my class, and a friend of mine happened to be walking in the opposite direction. Whenever that I happens, I'm reminded about how awkward I really am.

First off, there's the question of whether or not I should even acknowledge them. I could pull out my phone, or pretend to be super interested in something in the other direction so that I don't notice them, or I could just walk past as if I don't even recognize them at all. The problem with this is that I keep glancing over at them to see if they're going to say hello first. Then if you have both obviously seen each other, should I just say hi and get it over with?

That's not even the biggest issue though. What I can never decide is when to say hello. So, I'm walking down the sidewalk, and I see my friend who I know well enough to definitely say hi to, but they're still a ways down the sidewalk, and I never know what to do in that awkward walking time in between.

Should I just stare at this person for the entire fifteen seconds it takes us to be close enough for a hello to be appropriate, or should I just look straight forward and casually glance over once the gap has closed off a bit? I end up doing a strange hybrid of the two approaches, glancing over and then quickly looking away until we're close enough for me to mumble an awkward, "hi..."

and then we pass and it's over.

and then I spend the rest of my time walking to class wondering if everyone think's I'm really awkward, and I should just give up on trying to have any friends.

On a happier but totally unrelated note, it snowed today! Only October 3rd, and there's already snow. (On October third, he asked me what day it was. It's October third. Anybody?) It didn't stick to the ground or anything, but it was very nippy. And delightful. That's all.

David Tennant

I have a story to tell that reveals a lot about what a freak I really am. About two weeks ago (it was actually exactly two weeks ago, but who's keeping track?) I was out to eat with my friends, and there was a boy sitting at the adjacent table who looked a lot like David Tennant. 

Side track: I really love Dr. Who, and Ten is by far my favorite out of all the doctors. Like, I really love him. Don't even get me started. 

Being the creeper that I am, I took a quick snap.....and then I put it on Facebook. It was liked by my fellow Whovians, and my friend JesJes commented on how beautiful he was. 

Everything was fine and dandy until I get a random friend request from a person I've never met. Turns out, this was David Tennant who had found out about his picture going viral over the Internet. 

Moral of the story? I don't actually know; I'd probably do it again. 

The Arabian Nights

At my school library, they have a shelf where they sell used books for really cheap. Most of them are super old; like, you can imagine them sitting on a shelf in Belle's library and being completely at home with their worn bindings, yellowed pages, and engraved cursive lettering. 

If I'm a sucker for two things, it's old books and antiques. 

Las night, I found a gloriously vintage copy of The Arabian Nights, it had two volumes of peeling, crinkling beauty. I was going to buy them ($5 for both of them? I think yes), but the circulation desk had already closed for the night. And so, with a parting sigh, I placed them back on the shelf (indented a bit, so they were more hidden), and promised to return the next day. 

I came back today after class with a crisp five dollar bill (okay, it was actually a ten, but that's not important. It was also kind of old and wrinkly); I was very excited for my new/old books. 

I got there, and there was a man standing there, holding my books! I was about ready to snatch them from his hands and tell him they they were my books--I has found them first, but some minuscule amount of social awareness kept me silent and helpless as he walked off with my hopes and dreams tucked under his arms. That might be a little bit of an over-exaggeration, but that's basically how I felt. 

Moral of the story: being polite and normal was totally not worth two beautifully glorious books.