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Sometimes I feel like making really shallow and embarrassing posts -- shallower and more embarrassing than normal, that is. I suppose things have been a bit intense lately. But you know those days when you want to do very annoying things on your journal like post 5000 gratuitous cat pictures or talk about your crush or redo your layout so that it's more pink or do a quiz that tells you how emo you are or randomly post Ani DiFranco lyrics* ("Gravel," if you're wondering)?

I'm having one of those days. An evening of shameless indulgence, if you will. So go ahead -- post anything in the comments. Song lyrics, memes, cat photos, anonymous confessions of lust in faux-chatspeak, etc. Consider this an open invitation to post in my journal anything that places you on the lower levels of the blogger hierarchy.

* I don't even like Ani DiFranco very much. I like that song, though. I was bopping around the apartment singing it last night for some reason.

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Crushes, eh?

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Or maybe I'm just confused.

A friend and I discussed about a week ago that we should schedule having coffee this summer instead of meeting randomly (the likelihood of which went down because she has no summer classes for which to study). She was at her parents' this last weekend, and sent me a message that she'd call Tuesday or Wednesday. She hadn't yet, so I called her this morning, and left a message that I hoped to talk to her sometime, and that I was heading up to the coffee shop we both go to. I walked up toward the coffee shop, but stopped for breakfast along the way, at my favorite diner (which will be mentioned again), then went to the coffee shop. There she was, looking very happy to see me, and before I get something to drink, we sail off into a conversation. She apologized for not calling me, (more than I would have expected), but her flight was in late on Tuesday, and she worked an 11 hour shift on Wednesday. We discussed things like getting along with family (after her trip back home, and my upcoming visits from my mom and kids), her anticipated trip to Guatemala for an intensive language school later in the summer, her grades, and how my dissertation proposal is coming. It turned out that her boyfriend (who she has only mentioned once before in the months I've known her) was ill, that she had taken him to the university health center, and then had come to the coffee shop to wait for me to arrive. Her bf called, and she left to go pick him up, but not before saying "I'll see you tomorrow" with a big grin and sparkling eyes (I'm having a Friday the 13th party).

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Another (undergraduate) friend (the republican I'm corrupting, if you remember that post) and I have been going out to breakfast almost every Sunday for over a month (4 or 5 times), ostensibly because she likes the German pancakes at the above-mentioned diner. Whenever she comes into the coffee shop that doubles as my office, she immediately comes over and we start talking. She has bunches of guys closer to her age to whom she also talks (and has, I think, decided that they aren't good for much except talking), but she usually sits over by me. (Though this may also have something to do with that I try not to distract her when she's trying to study.) Unfortunately, she's not in town and will not be at the party tomorrow.

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I was sitting at the bar in my usual sushi bar (whee! not the diner or the coffee shop!) a couple of weeks ago, trying to figure out what I wanted to drink, when a very attractive woman came up and offered to buy me a drink. She got one for me and one for her, and the man she was there with joined us at the bar. After introductions and brief conversation, he proceeded to drink most of her drink - it was clear he wanted to go home. She said she had to take him home, but that I should wait there, and that she would be back in 10 minutes. I said OK, had my doubts, and slowly drank my drink. Sure enough, she came back (well it may have been 15 minutes), I bought each of us a shot glass of my favorite saki. After that, we headed off to a couple more bars, alternating who was buying. It turns out that she actually graduated a year ago, and works in a restaurant a few blocks from my house. At the end of the evening, she called a taxi and went home. Over the next several nights we ran into each other several times, each time winding up in long conversations. On the couple times I've been by her restaurant since then (admittedly not busy times), she has parked herself at my table and we've continued to have lively discussions - philosophical and otherwise. She will be at the party tomorrow night - after she gets off work.

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I've given up on long distance crushes (sorry, rachel ;) ). I thought I had given up on short distance ones, too. But what do you do when someone you like lights up whenever they see you?


Was that sufficiently shallow and embarrassing?

Re: Crushes, eh?

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I've given up on long distance crushes (sorry, rachel ;) )

Well, you're one of my fake partners. Which is way better than a long-distance crush, I think, as it involves parental disapproval, which is always fun. I'm hopeless with short-distance crushes; I don't often have them, and my sense of self-deprecation is such that I can't maintain them for very long.

Okay...I have to tell the streetcar story I alluded to above. Because it's funny in a twisted way.

So when I was about 17 or so, I had a dream about some guy. Not that kind of dream, just a very detailed picture and the sense that he was going to be very important to me one day. Didn't look like anyone in my life then or now. And I'd kind of forgotten about it, except that on the streetcar today, I saw a guy who, in profile, looked very much like the guy in my dream.

Then he turned and looked in my direction, and half of his face was one big scar, a la Phantom of the Opera. It was very surreal. I had this temptation to go and talk to him, but I had one of the three or so shy moments I experience per year and chickened out.

I suck that way sometimes.