| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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This is what I just realized. Whenever somebody comes looking for me in some way (if they call me, or if they knock on my door, or if they run up to me in the hallway at school) my first instinct is to say "What's wrong?". I just assume there's some problem. I saw a note that had my name on it and I thought "what's wrong??". My humanities professor thinks that I should take latin because I told him I like to write. He's a really great guy. He came over to talk to me because I looked giddy, which I thought was neat. And when he asked me my name he shook my hand and introduced himself as Matthew. He went to Harvard. I don't know what he's doing at My school. How are you? |
I was thinking that you felt unwelcome here, or something, because you used to post all the time and now you hardly post at all. And it could be that you just have a life. And mine is going up in flames as we speak. But isn't it always? I would have thought that it would have burned out by now, run out of oxygen and flammable materials. But on it goes burning, like those 30-year fires in the underground coal mines in the central part of Pennsylvania. In other words, nothing's new here. How are you? |
If I really felt unwelcome I wouldn't be here anymore. I know some people (when they're told to go away) take the attitude of "I'm not gonna let these people push me around!" and just Stay, but I always thought that was pretty stupid. If people don't want me around, I'll go. I don't need to take a beating. I'm so embaressed. I walked around all day yesterday with a sticker on my butt. I forgot to remove it from a new pair of jeans. Nobody could tell me? What's with that? If I saw somebody walking around with a sticker on her butt I'd say something! I tell people when the tag on the back of their shirt is sticking up! It's just common courtesy! Sorry things aren't going to great for you. If it means anything to you, I think you're swell. |
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Gee: thank you for the compliment, my dear girl. You're all right in my book, too. About the sticker on your jeans...maybe people thought you had left it on there on purpose? Or maybe everyone was doing you the courtesy of not looking at your ass? ?? |
That, and sometimes they get ornery and take forever to let your posts go through. Damn you, boards! |
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There has been a lot of pointless shit-slinging going on... and I have been as guilty as anyone (but I'm feeling much better now that I'm actually getting laid... one develops something of an attitude when one hasn't had sex in 8 months... um... 10 months) |
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And maybe he's decided to live for the real world for a while. We all do that sometimes. |
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Oh, I'm babbling techno, aren't I. Pardon moi. |
The cute boy in the map library came over and talked to me today, and then later when I was leaving I saw him looking at me out of the corner of my eye till I looked over at him and he smiled at me. He was wearing a white tee-shirt. I LOVE IT when boys wear white tee-shirts. The next time I see him I'll ask him his name. |
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Hmmm...I wonder what was going on that set fire to my life in October 1999. Probably some paper I didn't write in time or something. Those were the days. Where is the life that late I led? *MOURN* |
especially since I still think you're so swell. ;) |