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Ichabod!

2001-10-16 3:31 p.m.

hehe. so much for math homework and a physics exam tomorrow. im just waiting for band practice and writing in here cause i love it.

so two fridays ago i went to the st. edward's hall syr with mike, a very nice sophomore. hes sarah's boyfriend nick's roommate ::does hand thing::. had a wonderfully nice time, blah blah blah. fun. he said hed call, etc, etc. finally set up a time to meet for lunch on friday, yadda yadda, asked me to call him friday night after i got home from dinner with my mom if i wanted to do anything. ok, sounds good. so i got back at ten, and called, cause ten is relatively early in college hours. but he had already left with his older brother. oh well, ok. kinda bummed cause i wanted to do something that night. i watched a little bit of pi on my computer and went to bed really early.

theres a party down the hall, so any weird noises or disturbances, i attribute to them.

about one am, my phone rings. it takes several rings before i wake up, and when i finally get down to answer the phone, i get a dial tone. im insane, i think to myself, the phone never rang. its in someone elses room, its the girls down the hall making noise. so i go back to bed.

then what happened is what alan calls a mindfuck. i fell asleep for what seemed like a few hours, but was really only a few minutes. next thing i know, someones knocking on my door. i think its becki, coming to wake me up for band at seven. so i just barely sit up and call out, "yeah"

the door opens, and lo and behold, hark and forsooth, its not becki. its mike. its mike wondering why i didnt answer the phone a few minutes ago. im half alseep in my pajamas, in my nest of a bed (its a nest because its got so much random filler on it.....two bears, two pillows that dont go under my head, two comforters i bunch up and sleep on top on, one blanket i sleep under, one laundry bag of dirty clothes, and one laundry basket of clean clothes) and without my glasses to boot. hes had a few beers cause his brother took him out to college park. (danielle doesnt think this makes a difference, i think she underestimates the effect of alcohol on peoples behavior, i think i overestimate it.) so he was definitely acting a little more crazy than normal. he doesnt want to leave, and i wasnt crude enough to kick him out. the whole hour that he was here was just weird and insane and overall awkward. i would have thought i imagined the whole thing except that i woke up the next morning and his fencing windbreaker was on my floor.

bah.

anyway. he keeps asking when we can get together, have lunch or dinner together, or just spend time together. poor boy. i have so much on my plate already without trying to make room and time for a boy as well. i just keep telling him, you know, im sorry, but free time just isnt something i have right now. i know it sounds horrible, but come back to me next semester, or maybe even in november after band is over. ill have more free time then. and everyones all like, come on elizabeth, hes so nice and cute, and i know he is, hes really sweet and everything, but i just dont have the time!

physics is my only love.

::rolls her eyes::