ASC Pt. III

I'm starting to think that I write way too much in here for anyone to read... I should slow down with my posts, but I just get really pent up sometimes I've got to let it drop somewhere.

It's 7:41 on a Wednesday. I've been up since quarter to six, that's 5:45 for those of you who can only read digital clocks. I'm alone in one of the most busy common rooms in the school. I like the peace and softness of the area at this time of day, though the fans from my laptop are quite loud and I can hear vague construction outside the window.

THere's another guy on the other side of the room. It's a large room so if he's as blind as me might not be able to see me. He's usually here on Wednesdays too. I don't know who he is or what's his major, but there is something that we have in common and that we're both here every wednesday morning.

I think back to a year ago, I used to look forward to Tuesdays every week. There was a friendly face there for me to see each and every week. I don't really have that this year. There's no one I really look forward to see. Yea, I've got some "friends" and one particular friend who I haven't seen in about a year, but it's not the same as it was last year with Nicole. God, I've been bitching about her for the last few months and I feel like the biggest idiot for having lost touch with her. Why am I so stupid? I suppose if I knew that, I wouldn't be so stupid.

But none the less, it's still wednesday morning and I have around 11 more hours to go before I can go home. I've got three hours of cultural studies, a 4 and a half hour break where I hope download and watch Extreme Championship Wrestling as well last night's season premiere of Gilmore Girls (Quite a range of interests I have). But if things don't go by plan, here's what I want to have happen.

I go to the computer, but before I go in I decide to get a cup of coffee, a double double from Tim Horton's, and then I'll run into Nicole in line. Her eyes will light up for a second and say "Hey," as she often does. I'll smile for a little while and try to hold back how excited I am to see her. I'll ask her about her summer and her classes this year and if she has time to get lunch or something. Hopefully, she'll say yes and we'll make this a weekly thing... then I'll secretly pine after her for the year, lost track of her after the semester, we'll graduate, and I'll never see her again...

Oh pesimism is grand at the end of such high hopes...