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Okay, so for anyone who cares, I've had my whole tete-a-tete with Sarah...or more precisely, I saw her at Coffee Group Tuesday lunchtime.
Nothing's changed. It's all exactly as it was before. Did I dream last Saturday night? Or did she?
I spent the last two nights at her house, it seems to have become a tradition for me to spend Tuesdays at her place. And her father invited me for a curry Wednesday night.
Sigh. All I want is to not only sit behind her in front of her electric heater, but nibble at her earlobe as well. Too much to ask for? Perhaps.
On a cheerier note, Liam's also going to try out for NIDA this year, so we spent some of our time today choosing monologues, breaking them down and beginning to prepare them. Some of the time we spent playing cricket on South Lawn with screwed up monologues & a 2 litre raspberry soda bottle. Lots of fun.
I should probably go to bed. I didn't make it to my 9am class yesterday ...dammit! today. My timescale is all out of whack. It's strange. When you're happy time's supposed to fly by, but at Sarah's place it seems to drip past like warm treacle. Even after one night away when I come home (ha!) it feels like I've been away for a week. *shrugs*
Well, now you all know what a romantic sap I really am deep inside, and my cynical side just laughs at me.
Nothing's changed. It's all exactly as it was before. Did I dream last Saturday night? Or did she?
I spent the last two nights at her house, it seems to have become a tradition for me to spend Tuesdays at her place. And her father invited me for a curry Wednesday night.
Sigh. All I want is to not only sit behind her in front of her electric heater, but nibble at her earlobe as well. Too much to ask for? Perhaps.
On a cheerier note, Liam's also going to try out for NIDA this year, so we spent some of our time today choosing monologues, breaking them down and beginning to prepare them. Some of the time we spent playing cricket on South Lawn with screwed up monologues & a 2 litre raspberry soda bottle. Lots of fun.
I should probably go to bed. I didn't make it to my 9am class yesterday ...dammit! today. My timescale is all out of whack. It's strange. When you're happy time's supposed to fly by, but at Sarah's place it seems to drip past like warm treacle. Even after one night away when I come home (ha!) it feels like I've been away for a week. *shrugs*
Well, now you all know what a romantic sap I really am deep inside, and my cynical side just laughs at me.
