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The Extreme Giddiness of Being
Aug. 9th, 2004 09:34 pmIt was incredible. The smile he gave me this morning before lecture, that is. I caught his eye right after he came in, and he gave me this gigantic smile, and you know how sometimes you have to force yourself to smile back? This was not at all one of those times. He smiled and suddenly I was smiling back, in a large and silly way, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was happy and the smile stuck. That is, until he sat in the back of the lecture hall. What's up with that? All last week he sat right behind me.
We got our midterms back today. A girl who usually gets 97 and 98 got an 85. I usually get about 90 and I got an 83. I think Gareth got 87. So we all did badly. I don't feel so bad, since I had that Genetics final the night before.
The lecture ended and he disappeared. He reappeared sometime later, before the lab lecture began, at the end of my row (I sit in the middle of the third row). I caught his attention and beckoned and he came and sat next to me (just one seat away! calloo callay, oh frabjous day!). We barely talked throughout the lab lecture--neither of us is big on talking while Palleros is teaching. So it was very uneventful, except for the fact that I was painfully aware of every movement either he or I made, and I couldn't seem to get comfortable and feel sexy at the same time, so I fidgeted a lot.
When class ended I took my time putting everything back in my backpack. He was even slower. We didn't talk. I stood up, turned to go, turned back to say goodbye, and he had this look on his face. It said, "I think I want to say something, maybe even ask you out, but I don't know how." So I stood and didn't say goodbye and waited a second, and he finally managed to say, "What scores did you get on the tests last session?" So we talked about test scores for a moment, I sat back down, we chatted more about ochem... And then I asked if he might want to study together sometime. And. He. Said. Yes.
I flew.
We decided to get together tomorrow afternoon after lab is over, and since the sections are usually identical, he said he'd take good notes in his today so I can skip mine tomorrow to study with him.
The rest of the day was spent in a haze of "I have a study date with Gareth." Even the rats freaking out in ETox didn't phaze me. (How does one spell faze? Phase? Fase? Cow.) (Actually, the rats behaved quite well today, except for 3Green, who decided my wrist was a really good place to dig in his nails, and he really, really didn't want to go into the bucket to be weighed.)
I feel like dancing. I can't wait. I want to amaze him with my intelligence and yet show him that I'm not all school, that I'm a nifty person too, that I'm cool and we like the same music and I'm interesting. (Did I tell you he wore a Weezer shirt to lab on Thursday? The same Weezer T-shirt that I bought in Concord at the concert in 2002? The bright blue one? I almost died. Instant 20 points for him.)
And the best thing about all this is (well, maybe not the best thing, but definitely a perk): I've stopped having dreams about Jamie. I mean, Jamie's a great guy and all. But up until the last few days... I'd dreamed about Jamie 3 or 4 times a week for almost four months. That's just not healthy. And it's really annoying. And it's stopped. Because of Gareth.
That alone is reason to rejoice.
I have a study date. With a really hot, really intelligent, really sweet guy that I think might like me back. And he really does have a sexy accent.
I'm flying.
We got our midterms back today. A girl who usually gets 97 and 98 got an 85. I usually get about 90 and I got an 83. I think Gareth got 87. So we all did badly. I don't feel so bad, since I had that Genetics final the night before.
The lecture ended and he disappeared. He reappeared sometime later, before the lab lecture began, at the end of my row (I sit in the middle of the third row). I caught his attention and beckoned and he came and sat next to me (just one seat away! calloo callay, oh frabjous day!). We barely talked throughout the lab lecture--neither of us is big on talking while Palleros is teaching. So it was very uneventful, except for the fact that I was painfully aware of every movement either he or I made, and I couldn't seem to get comfortable and feel sexy at the same time, so I fidgeted a lot.
When class ended I took my time putting everything back in my backpack. He was even slower. We didn't talk. I stood up, turned to go, turned back to say goodbye, and he had this look on his face. It said, "I think I want to say something, maybe even ask you out, but I don't know how." So I stood and didn't say goodbye and waited a second, and he finally managed to say, "What scores did you get on the tests last session?" So we talked about test scores for a moment, I sat back down, we chatted more about ochem... And then I asked if he might want to study together sometime. And. He. Said. Yes.
I flew.
We decided to get together tomorrow afternoon after lab is over, and since the sections are usually identical, he said he'd take good notes in his today so I can skip mine tomorrow to study with him.
The rest of the day was spent in a haze of "I have a study date with Gareth." Even the rats freaking out in ETox didn't phaze me. (How does one spell faze? Phase? Fase? Cow.) (Actually, the rats behaved quite well today, except for 3Green, who decided my wrist was a really good place to dig in his nails, and he really, really didn't want to go into the bucket to be weighed.)
I feel like dancing. I can't wait. I want to amaze him with my intelligence and yet show him that I'm not all school, that I'm a nifty person too, that I'm cool and we like the same music and I'm interesting. (Did I tell you he wore a Weezer shirt to lab on Thursday? The same Weezer T-shirt that I bought in Concord at the concert in 2002? The bright blue one? I almost died. Instant 20 points for him.)
And the best thing about all this is (well, maybe not the best thing, but definitely a perk): I've stopped having dreams about Jamie. I mean, Jamie's a great guy and all. But up until the last few days... I'd dreamed about Jamie 3 or 4 times a week for almost four months. That's just not healthy. And it's really annoying. And it's stopped. Because of Gareth.
That alone is reason to rejoice.
I have a study date. With a really hot, really intelligent, really sweet guy that I think might like me back. And he really does have a sexy accent.
I'm flying.
