"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then is not an act, but a habit."

Classes weren't canceled for the snow, today, but they were cancelled when it turned to rain and the streets became rivers of slush. So I had to go to Chemistry, but luckily for me Latin was canceled (luckily because I had forgotten to do my homework. I've not exactly been "focused on schoolwork" this week, in case you couldn't tell).

So I spent the afternoon hanging out and watching an old Wishbone episode Mistake found for me, and I ate dinner with some of Loquatia's friends, including this one girl Loquatia knows from... tennis? I think, anyway. Not sure. But Comisa (which is going to be her name, I see her enough that she probably needs one, and that means "friendly," by the way), who reminds me vaguely of both Mistake and a girl I know from high school, invited both of us to watch movies in Englehardt; I admit, I totally didn't go because I was thinking that I wanted to talk to Writer Guy.

In the end, he couldn't talk long, but it was okay because Mistake called and we went to see The Holiday, which is a good movie, and, in my opinion, more my thing that V for Vendetta, which is what Comisa and Loquatia saw.

However, the night brought cold and now the streets are solid ice, under which lurks very deep puddles. Fun.

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So... I don't know why I'm nervous. If there was ever a date to not be nervous about, this is it. At this point he knows about my interest in serial killers, my obsession with X-men and with classical myth; he knows about my weird religious beliefs and that I'm a libertarian and I believe in Atlantis but not Roswell because I don't think the government's that competent. He's read my writing, which reveals more about me than I usually care to show. He knows about my suicide attempt and that I'm kind of antisocial and that I haven't really dated much, or even made that many friends since I came to college. He figured out my greatest weakness, my biggest flaw, almost immediately (then again, I do sort of wear that one on my sleeve).

Heck, he managed to compliment the one Facebook picture that I really think is me at my ultimate worst, the one I sooooo want the girl who Comisa reminds me of to take down because I look 20 lbs heavier than I was, and I was 25 lbs heavier then than I am now, and my hair's a morning-after-prom mess and I have bags under my eyes that you could pack a mule with because the girl kept Mistake up talking and the two of them kept me up until six in the freakin' morning. Yeah, he complimented that one.

So basically this kid knows every single skeleton in my closet except the unfortunate duck-squishing incident of '91, which I'm sure will come up sooner or later, and he asked me out after knowing most of it and I haven't managed to scare him off yet so honestly, I shouldn't be nervous, because I think this is one of the few people in the world who won't get scared off no matter how honest and blunt I am.

Shrewd thinks that his calm acceptance of my oddities is a sign that he is, in fact, completely insane, and I should prepare myself accordingly by bringing a mace. No, not mace. A mace. As in, large and unwieldy medieval weaponry.

Can you tell that neither of us has been out dating much? I can.

I Am a German Shepherd Puppy

Intelligent, quick witted, and a bit aggressive. I've got the jaw power to take a bite out of anyone I choose.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

"The shortest distance between two people is a smile."

Today is the Equirria, a festival of Mars/Ares involving army purification and horse races and driving a random scapegoat out of Rome. But yeah, don't care today.

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Yesterday's post was me being confused. Today's is me being no longer confused, just HAPPY... and nervous. Very nervous.

Let me start at the beginning. Today I met Writer Guy for lunch. I was incredibly nervous, to the point where I wasn't even sure I'd be able to eat at all, and then I wound up in the wrong spot waiting for him, because I don't really know my way around the MUB. Finally I got to the right spot, and one of the first things he said to me was, "Wow. Your pictures do not do you justice," which is a pretty sweet way to greet a person.

(And comforting, because I was unable to shake the irrational fear that it would be something along the lines of "Holy shit you're tall." That's not a problem, though, he's taller than me.)

We wound up going to DHOP since the MUB Food Court was crowded. On the way there, I managed to convey that I'm terribly ineloquent in person, at least compared to online. This was good, as I think he got the impression I was upset or something due to my being so quiet. And stammering.

My nervousness grew throughout the meal, as he kept staring at me. Like... we'd pause in the conversation, and he'd still be watching me, so I'd feel like I was supposed to say something, but I couldn't think of anything... But it wasn't nearly as awkward as it could have been, all things considered (like the fact that we met on Facebook. I mean... weird).

We hung out and talked and wandered around until I had to go get ready for class, and then he asked me to go out to dinner with him this weekend.

Okay, first thing: Why do guys always ask me out by saying "So I was wondering about asking you out..." or something similar? I mean, can't they just ask? It's essentially asking either way (Though admittedly better than "I've been told I have to ask you out," which was the last guy's strategy).

That said: Yay!

And now I know for sure that he's interested in me, so I don't have to convince myself that he's not any more! So I don't have to be upset when people make fun of me! Wait... I probably shouldn't be giving people permission to tease me...

Anyway, if this whole thing wasn't making me happy enough, the last thing he said to me tonight before I logged off AIM was that I was beautiful. To which the only thing I could say was "Aww, thank you." About which I'm still smiling.

Of course, he also mentioned that he didn't think I believed it in myself, which makes me wonder just how obvious I am about the whole thing.

My Hidden Talent

My natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people. I communicate well (dunno about that) and are able to bring disparate groups together. My calming presence helps everything go more smoothly. People crave my praise and compliments (dunno about that either).

What's Your Hidden Talent?