[A heads up? This blog post is weird, and I sound like a disoriented psychopath. You may now proceed at your own risk.]
Remember the time I was terrified of my roommate assignment? I got her name first thing this morning, and have been surreptitiously giving her facebook profile the once-over (or sixth-over) since. Lo and behold-- she lives really close to me, listens to the same bad music I like, does theater, is a member of the fan page for chocolate chip cookies, and seems like an all-around nice person. To top it off, I've gotten friend requests from a bunch of girls on my floor, and I've been messaging one of them for the last hour about all kinds of stuff. It's like I forgot I'm okay at making friends. (Online, anyway. We'll see how it goes in person.) But yeah. Freakout = unnecessary to the max.
Anyway, every time I give shout-outs to my commentors, I feel a little bit like I'm delivering some kind of unsolicited prom queen acceptance speech. So waah waah you really like me waah; I'll spare you guys the drawn-out emotion and just say this: thank you for caring about me, thank you for being heartfelt and funny at the same time, and thank you for being awesome. Love goes out to Katie, Sarah, Brad, Kara, Caroline, Catherine, purpleapril, toastburntbread, tigressflowers, rAm, Jen, labyrinthalaska, Kaitlin, ThePeterls, Leah, Robynne, Hannah, an anonymous reader, a different Sarah, Elizabeth, Whatsername, Randi, Karen, Caitlin, Karissa, Nicholas, Caitlin, VTBurninator, partyweetow, Brynne, Kristina, Allison, Allyson, Nicole, Kate, Jennifer, Bridgette, the fb stalker (we'll get to you later!), another Sarah, Tass, and kira902k.
Hidden among the lovely college advice letters and pleasantly quirky messages I received on yesterday's post, I read this adorable comment from an anonymous reader: "I can't help but ask for some advice. I was at a party on Friday and saw a teenage boy who resembled one of the best-looking authors alive... Mr. John Green. Through the stalking tool that is facebook, I found out his name. However, I did not talk to this boy the entire night and merely freaked out from afar. Does the wise Ms. Hoover have any advice? (I'm also kind of thinking that you would have freaked out as much as I did.) Thank you, The FB Stalker."
I've never done this whole... advice-giving thing, but I'll give it a try. *Cough* All right, so your mistake was wasting a whole night thinking about talking to him when you could have either a) gotten to know a cool guy who looks like sex on legs, or b) realized early on that he was a Decepticon in Hot's clothing and subsequently moved on. However, the night is young, and you have plenty of chances to make this right. I suggest you find out in a SUBTLE way (i.e. not friend-requesting him or telling his friends you're in love with him at first sight or anything) to figure out the next party or gathering or wherever you'll get to see him. I once saw a play at a local theater and practically drooled all over myself because one of the supporting actors was so gorgeous. I messaged him on facebook, pretending I'd just glanced at the program, and told him he did a good job. He responded, "I'm gay... and that's scary." THIS IS NOT A GOOD EXAMPLE TO FOLLOW. Instead, find a way to actually talk with him. In person. If it's awkward and horrendous, you're like the rest of us. If he's cool, I'm super jealous and you need to comment with updates. The whole blog is involved now, FBS. You owe it to us.
...What in the world just happened? In twenty minutes, I've gone from watching the Degrassi episode where Alex becomes a stripper, to prom queen, to Dear Abby. This is the part of the blog when I bite my lip nervously and slowly back away. Uhh... goodnight?
Sexy: Blackberries! Not, like, the phones, and not "sexy" in a weird sexual deviant way. I'm talking about nature's delicious sweet/sour little drops of heaven. My mouth is ninja-kicking with delight.
Unsexy: My outfit. Hot pink oversized t-shirt, bright orange unrolled soffee shorts, unshaven legs, teal flipflops.
Chipotle burritos this year: 24
S'mores this summer: 3
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3