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Apr. 9th, 2005 01:56 amI put on pants I haven't worn since DC. wheee! Go me! And I thought they were just cut smaller than my other pants from DC, but no, it turns out they're actually a size (boy pants, so just an inch) than the rest of my pants. The fact that they fit at all explains why all my 34s are feeling too big-ish lately. (not really too big, but like maybe a belt would be nice, that sort of thing.)
I got a call from a boy. I wrote him an email last night, he wrote back, and then called me after work. I love chatting with him. I still am such a baby--I told him I'd call back, since I was out of minutes (and still at work). So a little after nine, I call him back. Right to voicemail, which meant he was still at rehearsal. So I left a message and then basically jittered around for about 45 minutes, waiting. I'm such a baby about this whole thing. I was thinking about how hard it was going to be to talk to him, for some reason, even though i never have problems talking to him, and sure enough when he called--not a problem. Chatted away for a good bit about the silliest things. He's currently planning to be moving up here(ish--RISD) in early June. He thinks I'm pretty. I was telling him about the time I stopped traffic when I walked to work in a dress, and he was telling me how he could totally picture it, and describing it, and it was, of course, nothing like the real world, but like a fancy pretty version of my world.
And then speaking of silliest things, I called Andrea after i finished talking to him. We were trying to figure out what her faux beau is on the chinese zodiac. Because, you know, that's the important thing to know.
I got a call from a boy. I wrote him an email last night, he wrote back, and then called me after work. I love chatting with him. I still am such a baby--I told him I'd call back, since I was out of minutes (and still at work). So a little after nine, I call him back. Right to voicemail, which meant he was still at rehearsal. So I left a message and then basically jittered around for about 45 minutes, waiting. I'm such a baby about this whole thing. I was thinking about how hard it was going to be to talk to him, for some reason, even though i never have problems talking to him, and sure enough when he called--not a problem. Chatted away for a good bit about the silliest things. He's currently planning to be moving up here(ish--RISD) in early June. He thinks I'm pretty. I was telling him about the time I stopped traffic when I walked to work in a dress, and he was telling me how he could totally picture it, and describing it, and it was, of course, nothing like the real world, but like a fancy pretty version of my world.
And then speaking of silliest things, I called Andrea after i finished talking to him. We were trying to figure out what her faux beau is on the chinese zodiac. Because, you know, that's the important thing to know.
