Can't touch me!

Wow, it's been nearly a week since my last update! I've been in two protests in the last week, and someone saw me on TV, so... I'm a star. I guess.

I don't really have all that much to say for this week (stupid bloody essays taking up lots of time, as usual).

Except I didn't do as well for one of my history essays as I had hoped. While walking away from the building where I had my tute, feeling rueful and slightly frustrated, I bumped into Video-Ezy. Well, not literally. He was with another friend, and they were standing near the sliding doors of the east entrance of Union House, watching an advertisement on that funny television thing in between the two entrances.

I gaped. He remained oblivious. He was wearing a black t-shirt and had his backpack slung on one of his shoulders. Both of them walked out of the exit and turned right, disappearing around the corner.

Oh No! I thought. I decided to quickly run around by the South entrance so I could catch a glimpse of him again... only... only while I was hurrying along the corridor, I passed by a man who was wheeling a cart. He lost control of the cart while trying to push it up the ramp. 4 big pieces of cardboard flipped off the cart, while a big oily drum came careening towards me.
"Oh no!" I gasped (yeah, I did, so sue me. I should have clutched my pearls and anxiously patted my coif too, right?) I had to stop to help. It delayed me by 20 seconds, and by the time I sprinted out of the south entrance, Video-ezy was gone.

You know, the biggest surprise isn't that I saw him. The biggest surprise is that it took so long before I finally did. After all, I've been in uni for 10 weeks now, and this is the first time I've seen him since I started. I guess it just shows how big the university campus is.

I've been offered a chance to get over this. Or maybe two. But I told them/am telling them no. Because I'm getting through this in my own time, and in my own way.
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I met Sheryl in the union shop while I was getting the newspapers today. She sidled behind me and gave me a mini-heart attack.
"Hello, you!" I smiled.
"Helloo," she says. "I want some chocolate."
We stand by the counter, looking at the chocolates.
"Hey, Sheryl?"
"Hmm?" she goes, poking at the bags of M 'n' Ms and Freddo Frogs.
"Jaime's cute, isn't he?" I say.
She grins. "Yeah, he's such a nice guy."
She thinks for a moment, Cadbury Boost Bar nestled in her palm. "And he's really gentle."
We both stand on the spot, melting.
"Don't you wish you had him as partner for your global news project?" she nudges me.
I sigh. "Yeah, I'm really jealous of you. All those opportunities! In a dark corner of the library, or in a cosy cafe, sitting on the couches..."
She laughs. "It wasn't like that!"
Her eyes light up. "Oh oh, I have to tell you something. He is sooooo nice. He couldn't make it for one of the meetings, so he sent me a message, going 'I'm so sorry! I just woke up 10 minutes ago! I promise that I'll make it for the next meeting!' "
Me: "Oh my god, that is so adorable."
"He's in your hollywood tute, isn't he? Is he quiet in tutes?" I ask, while examining a box of nougat (that costs $20!!!)
She thinks for a while, "Yeah, he doesn't say much."
(more inward melting)
Mischeviously, she cocks an eyebrow at me.
"I have his number you know..."
I laugh. "I'm not trying to wheedle it out of you! Haha it's ok, I'm just saying he's cute as hell, that's all."
Sheryl finally chooses a bag of M 'n' Ms.

Labels: Boys, University