Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I'm 19 today, and I'm ok with it. : )
Yes, I think I've finally given up my regrets at no longer being of the nubile-sounding, barely-legal age of 18.
And today was a good day too, inexplicably happy, even though there wasn't a giant bash or celebration or party or crazy pub crawl. It was nice enough though, I put on (one of them, at least... I seem to have stocked up on grey tops this year, for some reason) my favourite grey top, wore my favourite pair of boots out to school and spritzed on a bit of perfume just for the hell of it. (I'm 19, after all.)
For some very strange reason, my girl friends were nowhere to be found today, and I spent the whole day hanging out with the XY-chromosomed people. Let's meet the XY-chromosomed people:
Remy, as reliable as always.
Jason, despite being in my CIM tute for - what, 9 weeks?! - rocked up to our Hollywood lecture and plonked himself next to me with a 'Hi, Miranda'. I then decided to call him 'John', which he conceded was a just punishment.
I saw L outside Union House. He wished me happy birthday, then proceeded to tell me about the importance of May Day to the international worker's movement.
I met Jaime (gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous Jaime) on the way to my CIM tute, and he told me he really liked my op-ed, and didn't understand why I wanted to change it. I reminded him of the last time he critiqued my work, which wasn't nearly half as positive as for the current one.
Me: You were the one who wrote down 'WTF? Erotic Organ?!?' on my PNA, weren't you?
Jaime: Ah, yeah.
*pause*
Jaime: That's 'cause I didn't understand what you were talking about.
Jesus, he's adorable.
Yes, I think I've finally given up my regrets at no longer being of the nubile-sounding, barely-legal age of 18.
And today was a good day too, inexplicably happy, even though there wasn't a giant bash or celebration or party or crazy pub crawl. It was nice enough though, I put on (one of them, at least... I seem to have stocked up on grey tops this year, for some reason) my favourite grey top, wore my favourite pair of boots out to school and spritzed on a bit of perfume just for the hell of it. (I'm 19, after all.)
For some very strange reason, my girl friends were nowhere to be found today, and I spent the whole day hanging out with the XY-chromosomed people. Let's meet the XY-chromosomed people:
Remy, as reliable as always.
Jason, despite being in my CIM tute for - what, 9 weeks?! - rocked up to our Hollywood lecture and plonked himself next to me with a 'Hi, Miranda'. I then decided to call him 'John', which he conceded was a just punishment.
I saw L outside Union House. He wished me happy birthday, then proceeded to tell me about the importance of May Day to the international worker's movement.
I met Jaime (gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous Jaime) on the way to my CIM tute, and he told me he really liked my op-ed, and didn't understand why I wanted to change it. I reminded him of the last time he critiqued my work, which wasn't nearly half as positive as for the current one.
Me: You were the one who wrote down 'WTF? Erotic Organ?!?' on my PNA, weren't you?
Jaime: Ah, yeah.
*pause*
Jaime: That's 'cause I didn't understand what you were talking about.
Jesus, he's adorable.
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# posted by me lah @ 9:33 pm 
