i was watching him today. every little step, and every little move. He felt it too. I just don't understand him. I can't read him. We playfully tease each other and critique our work. He asks for my help, and excels above me until the tables turn. He asked for a work station near me, and got a little upset when the one right next to me was taken.
Everytime i walk by he pokes me in the flabby tummy and gives me a cute little grin. He randomly places his arm around me and gives me a little squeeze, and i just stand there with my tongs. I don't know how to react. I don't know how to interpurt things.
Does Charlie flirt with me? Or is he just friendly. Or am i that easy to play with? I don't want to get into any more of a stir than i am already in. He somehow brought up my birthday. His is a week after mine - and he slipped in the year he was born [1974, sora] as though he wanted me to know. I just don't know what to think about it. He makes me tingle. He makes life exciting. The real life that i have to stick with.
My back has hurt very badly today. Must have been from carrying all my photo supplies. Have to be more careful about that. Frames make me very happy lately. Aaron brothers is an evil place for me - all i do is spend. But, anyhow. Tonight was a new Buffy and Felicity. I just want to curl up in the WB network from 8-10 on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I don't know what i'm going to when i start working. I don't think i can program the VCRs with 3 other avid tv watches in my home. I suppose we'll see. I don't feel quite as sad as i did yesterday. But i feel quite, and empty. I just need something in my life i guess...At least i have Dawson's Creek, a sure sobfest every night. All evening i've been seeing commercials for the new season which starts tomorrow. It makes me want to explode. I can't wait - this is how desperate i have become.
It's been so long since we've talked Sora. I'm hoping you still know how much i care, and hope for us to be close like we were one day. Remember when we used to drive random places and talk really loud? Those days meant a lot to me. Just remember that. Take care of yourself sora. Until next time...
-clarise.
ps: enclosed is my final print [from filter #5] of my little flubber guy. The subject of all my fun photo assigments of the moment. I'm kind of proud of it, and i get teased for it in class. From charlie especially.
