11·22·01 Very Early Morning

22-NOV-2001 00:00
 
But there's snow on your cheek
And the light's getting weak
Don't you think we should turn around
Yeah, the wind's coming up
And I know that you're tough
It's a long way into town...
« Superchunk, "Pink Clouds" »

I was listening to that song, and I had a daydream. [Well, at 2am, I suppose it's just a normal dream, but I'm conscious. As far as I know, anyway.] Not an uncommon occurence. I was there, and she was there. And there was snow, don't you know. [I'm not trying to rhyme, I swear.] And she was kinda red-cheeked and cuter than usual. I touched her cheek and she smiled. And shivered slightly. Which was even more cute, if that's possible.

It's Thursday. Thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? My imagination. Sometimes I can take solace in it.

11·22·01 Pre-Dawn

22-NOV-2001 03:00
 
I need a chance
A second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance
A word, a signal, a nod, a little breath
Just to fool myself
Catch myself, to make it real...
« R.E.M., "Strange Currencies" »

So I think I've determined that, after break, I will talk to this girl. If I can think of something to say. Says Lindsay: "i would start with 'hello' and then go from there... or perhaps, 'hi' or 'hey'" A good idea. Except when I picture the situation in my mind, I somehow get her attention, and stand there frozen, choking on a simple greeting. And that's assuming I get her attention. What am I to do? Gesture? Tap her shoulder? The thought of making physical contact makes me all aflush.

Shit. I so haven't thought this out.