Overanalysis 101

[BGmusic: My Time With You by David Choi (♥) and Kina Grannis (love this song sooo much - it's on loop)]

Quote for the day:

“I was like never like this to a girl before. Interested not with the sexy look [LOL!!!!], but with the sense of what we talk to.“

- *SAMWAN*’s secret admirer
is not so secret anymore heehee.
[Bold-ing mine.]

So awhile ago, I ran into this boy that I had totally forgotten about.

[EDIT] But before everything else… PANIC AT THE DISCO!

Pic by my sister, who recently discovered that her camera had this function that lets her take theatre pictures without having the lights bleed together. Neat, eh?

‘Twas a latta fun. Not the best concert I’ve ever been to but fun nonetheless. [/EDIT]

Anyway, back to my story about running into a boy I had forgotten about. Our “history” – if you can call it that – is actually pretty interesting. Well… interesting for me. To make the short [but interesting] story even shorter, I used to hate this guy’s guts [I won't tell you why because some people might figure out who he is from that], but I ended up working with him and eventually found out that he was really, really nice. And you guys know how I like nice boys [if you don't, now you do].

*smiles*

First thoughts:

1. “OH WAW I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS BOY!!”
2. “OH CRAP I LOOK LIKE A BOY!” [I wasn't looking too attractive today. Let's just say that my morning didn't start on the best side of the kitchen sink.]

But he didn’t seem to mind, and actually looked pretty pleased to see me.

*smiles*

The wishful thinking beginneth.

Him: “Hi!”

Me: “Oh my gosh!”

Him: “How are you?”
My analysis: “Wow! You look great with your hair all unkempt like that!”
What he really meant: “How are you?”

[Here he grabs my hand and swings it a little, which immediately gets me all kerflummoxed, as can be seen by my answer to his question:]

Me: “Oh my gosh! How are you?! Oh my gosh!”

Him: *laughs* “I never get to see you anymore! What electives are you taking?”
My analysis: “Oh man, I missed you. You don’t like me anymore?”
What he really meant: “I never get to see you anymore! What electives are you taking?”

Me: “Um I’m taking 141…”

[And here we compare economics classes and how sucky they are.]

Me: “…And most of my electives are in AS or KAL.”

Him: “Ahh… so that’s why I never see you.
“My analysis: “Ahhh… so that’s where I’m going to hang around now.”
What he really meant: “Ahh… so that’s why I never see you.”

Me: “Yeah.” *smile* “Ihavetogodosomeresearchnowbye.”

Him: “Okay! See you around!”
My analysis: “Oh! My darling! Seeing you made my day, I hope it’ll happen again!”
What he really meant: “Okay! See you around!”

[We high five, then I quickly run up the stairs suppressing a girly squeal.]

Ah, overanalysis. ‘Tis fun. Ridiculous, but fun.

It’s great that I can blog about this particular boy because he’s not on my multiply, friendster, or facebook, and that makes this post somewhat “safe” for public consumption. Hooray!

But yeah, don’t take any of that *looks up* seriously. *sings* It’s just a little crush, not like I faint every time we touch. Nothing serious. I mean, come on, I forgot about the guy’s existence and he had to make his presence felt to remind me that – oh yeah – I think he’s a nice boy .