As I sit here listening to “Under Your Spell” by Desire, which is so fucking appropriate to my life right now that I can’t even, I’ve decided:
I’m going to be hosting a movie night on Friday or Saturday night (whichever is more permitting for you all) and the film of choice is Drive.
You guyz are all invited.
So there’s this guy. I randomly gave him my pancakes one day when I ordered an omelette from IHOP, and it came with pancakes. Knowing I wasn’t supposed to eat pancakes, I whined out loud and he jokingly said to give them to him. So after I finished my omelette, I did. Then I was in line for breakfast at Shafer a day later or a week later (great memory right? It gets worse) and he was next to me like “OHEY” and I was like “HEY…Do I know you?” and he was like “Pancake man!” and I was like “OHEEEEY!” like I oh so awkwardly do. Then a few days later I saw him in Shafer again, with a sketchbook in his hand. I wanted to go over and bother him about his sketchbook as an awkward conversation starter but I copped out. I was like two tables away, facing him. Awkward creepy stalker. Fast forward a few weeks, and it’s a couple nights ago and I was on Tumblr all snoopin around on VCUarts. I came across this blog of this kid who wants to be everything I want to be and do everything I want to do (Communication arts, then Japan). I was like “Heeeey, this is weird how he’s just like me, and he noticed the same thing I did about that other girl who was in Comm. arts and went to Japan. Weeeird. I wonder who he is.” Then today in open drawing studio I saw this guy walk out of the room and my brain went “don’t you know him?” “No I don’t know him. Brain stop makin’ stuff up.” and as he walks out the teacher is like “bye Chris!” And then at dinner with Miranda and Lauren, they’re like “Yeah there’s this guy who said you were a cool person, and we were like yeah, Kathleens a cool person” (And I am ASDFJKLing inside), and I ask “Whaaaa, who is he?” and they were like “Chris” and I’m like “I don’t know a Chris” and they’re like “He said you gave him your pancakes…?” and then BOOM.
My mind. Blown.
Just one thing… I don’t remember telling him my name? How’d that happen.
CHRIS, YOU NEED TO SEE THIS.
“Seriously, Miranda and I need to hang out and just drown our ears. This should happen.”
Yes. Seriously. We should just have a jam sesh, Chris!