Blog Address Change

Attention followers!

I'm changing my blog address to: http://squidluuu.blogspot.com/

All posts and comments will be imported to the new blog, and all my posts will be there from now on.

I will delete this blog after a few days.

Thanks :)

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Losing It

I think I'm slowly losing interest in Mr. Smiles. (If you don't know who I am talking about, you should go back to the October entry titled "Mr. Smiles." You should also probably read "Rocket Science.")

Perhaps part of the reason I was so obsessed was because he was mysterious. I can't help but be curious about the unknown.

But now that I've unraveled the mystery the slightest bit, I find that I am no longer eager to know more.

Oh, I will always look upon his smile and think that it's gorgeous--there's no doubt about that--but I won't let my heart stop at the sight of it.

Life goes on.

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You Can Look But You Can't Touch

Our class went to see a museum exhibit today, and I couldn't bring myself to stand near him. I tried to stay as far away from him as possible.

And I have no freaking clue why.

Maybe it's because he makes me nervous. And I felt like he was looking at me. Like, when he came into the room where we all put our backpacks, I felt like he was staring at me. And even while we were walking around looking at all the ancient artifacts, I thought he kept glancing over at me.

Or maybe this is all in my head, which really wouldn't be surprising.

This is making me so frustrated. Why can't I just act normal around guys?

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Boy-Watch Lingo

Okay, I am officially making boy-watching a sport now. And all official sports must have written rules, so here we go--the cardinal rules for boy-watching.

Rule #1:
Be discreet. DO NOT be caught boy-watching by the person/people you are ogling. Wear sunglasses if you must.

Rule #2:
You may never refer to the person you are watching by their actual name or any nickname that is easily decipherable by the public, and especially not the person being watched. Hence, Rule #3.

Rule #3:
Persons being watched should have bizarre/obscure nicknames. The more bizzare/obscure, the better.

For example, my favourite boy-watching target is called "Mona." This comes from Mona Lisa, which is referring to his Mona Lisa smile. No one would ever be able to guess this.

Hint: giving this person a girl's name is a good idea.

Rule #4:
Speak the lingo.

You should never say, "He's the one in the blue stripes." It would be much better to say, "Sky tiger." Concise, yet descriptive. Abbreviations are your friends.

Here are some words that you may want to use:
Tiger=stripes
Cheetah=polka dots (although I don't think guys wear polka dots?)
Mad=plaid
Paul/Jack=something that a stereotypical lumberjack would wear; red & black plaid/checkered
Ralph=polo shirt
Zippy/Z=zip up sweatshirt/a sweatshirt
BD=button down shirt
Earl=t-shirt
Knit=sweater/long-sleeved shirt
Machines=jeans
Max=slacks
Marilyn=blond hair
Hershey=brown hair
Night=black hair/dark hair
Rose=red hair
Jimmy=skinny person
Half-full=slightly chubby person
Lemon Squeezy/Lemon=chubby person
Eiffel=tall person
Briefs=short person
Pisa=leaning/slouching
Parked=standing
Duck=sitting
On the Ringer=talking on the phone

Colours (basically, anything that is commonly perceived to be that colour):

Bloody=red
Pumpkin=orange
Banana=yellow
Grass=green
Sky=blue
Grape=purple
Cheeks=pink
Wood=brown
Sharpie=black

etc, etc.

Miscellaneous:
Apple=someone you're interested in
Venus=girl
Mars=guy
Lambda=gay
Buried Treasure/Sunken Ship=ex-boyfriend/someone you've slept with

So here's an example of how I might describe Mona to my friend: "Mona's the Eiffel Marilyn in the Bloody Tiger Ralph and Machines. He's Parked next to that Jimmy Venus who's On the Ringer. Definitely an Apple."

Okay, so that's kind of ridiculous, but it's loads of fun.

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Rocket Science

Okay, so I have terrible stage fright. Public speaking is probably one of my greatest fears ever.

But in spite of that, last night I went to a poetry slam and gave an impromptu performance.

And guess what my poem was called? "Sudoku Master." Yeah. You know.

I promised myself (and some of my friends) that I would talk to him. I mean, the semester is more than half over. I don't have much time left to get him to notice me. I can't just sit around staring at him like I do normally.

So, yesterday, I talked to him.

When he came into class and after he had sat down and gotten settled in his desk, I said, "Hey, how's your rocket science class going?"

And he said, "Sweeet." And smiled. And there was an explosion of rainbows and sunshine in my brain. Anyway.

Then we continued talking about it and he revealed that he would be launching a rocket on Saturday morning. Too bad I can't be there to see it.

And then a bit later, we were talking about who skipped lecture, and who sits where in lecture. And I said to him, "You always sit in the front!" Because he does. God, I would never sit in the front.

And he was like, "Yeahhh." SMILING. SMILING. SMILING.

I said, "I saw you asleep in lecture today." He laughed and imitated himself slumped over in the chair. SMILEFEST.

He's simply dazzling (and no his name is not Edward and he is not a vampire).

Oh, and did I mention that he looked exceptionally stunning in a fitted black sweater? Like, more stunning that he usually does? (If he gets any more stunning I swear the world's going to explode.)

His eyes look hazelish, and he has long eyelashes, like many guys do. He's gorgeous. He is god-like.

My goal is to be his friend by the end of this semester. Because I'm pretty sure that I won't ever see him again after this. The university is huge, and there's like an infinite selection of classes. I don't think I'll get lucky again. I feel like there must be some purpose in us being in this class together. I don't know what it is though.

He looks lonely though. So maybe I'm just supposed to talk to him and wipe away the stress and sadness in his life, just for an hour, twice a week. Maybe that's it. And you know what? That's perfectly okay. More than okay.

I think guys are more complicated than rocket science.

You dazzle me, Sudoku Boy.

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Give and Take

Give and Take

Long time no see, babe
Long time no see
I don't know where you been,
But it wasn't here,
No, it wasn't here.

I'm wondering where you've gone,
Why you've vanished from my sight.
No news is good news, they say
But I want news from you.

All of a sudden now you're here
And I can't contain my surprise.
I think if you knew how much I missed you,
You'd never leave again.

You're my miracle of the day,
Then you've the nerve to take it back.
I don't know where you've gone,
But when are you coming home?

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Mr. Smiles

I think I may have found the BEST smile in the world.

And the guy who owns it? Yeah, he's in my class. It's extremely hard not to stare at him the whole time.

Sometimes I see him smiling or laughing to himself, and once I said something and he turned his head away like he was trying to hide his smile.

A couple weeks ago, I had a newspaper sudoku on my desk, and he had just walked in the door. My friend sits between us, and she wasn't here yet. I was so immersed in my sudoku that I didn't notice him standing behind me looking over my shoulder. Then I heard: "So, are you a sudoku master?" (Greatest pickup line ever. Haha.)

I nearly had a heart attack. I totally wasn't expecting it. He doesn't talk much, almost never in class, and here he was, talking to ME. I was gobsmacked. Then I managed to blurt, "Oh no, I just do them for fun." Which probably made me seem like a huge nerd, but it was better than not saying anything at all. I think.

And then today, I had a midterm, so I got to lecture really early. I walked in just as the other class before me got let out. I was walking down the aisle toward my seat, looking at the ground and trying not to get trampled or step on people's feet. Then all of a sudden I looked up, and there he was, right in front of me.

At that exact moment, he looked up too, and for a second he looked a little surprised. Then he smiled and said, "Oh, hey." It was grey and cloudy outside and I had a midterm in five minutes, but that smile of his made everything go away.

I mean, HE SMILED AT ME. At me. He recognized me. Acknowledged my existence.

I nearly melted right into the carpet. But instead, I smiled back and said, "Hey." Because how can you NOT smile when a gorgeous guy-who-could-be-a-Greek-god is smiling at you? Exactly. You can't.

That smile stayed in my head all day.

Unfortunately, sometimes he looks kind of stressed out and sad. Whenever I see him like that, I want to say, "SMILE, damn you." Sadness doesn't belong in anyone's life, but especially not in his. Anything that can make a smile like that disappear has got to be pure evil.

I want to make him smile again.

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