The Pit
The springs on one side of our couch have all come disconnected and so that section of the couch has no support, but is just a sunken pit of fluffiness. It can be comfortable, but you kind of get stuck there.
The real danger of the pit is that things get lost in it. If something sits on that section of couch for too long it gets swallowed up by the pit, and you have to take the couch apart to get to it. I don't mean taking the cushions off, because the pit goes deeper than that. You have to turn the couch upside down and take the bottom off. It's eaten remote controls and cell phones, and now, people.
I fell asleep on the couch last night. It was comfortable, it's just weird when you wake up
inside the couch.
In case anyone was wondering how far away the MARB is, it's three Alkaline songs from my apartment.
Girlfriends
It's kind of amazing (and by that I mean weird and uncomfortable) that I can hang out with several of my ex-girlfriends at a time, especially since I've never actually had a girlfriend at all (not unless you count That Girl in high school, but everyone knows that your first romantic encounter is a mess and that you end up thinking it more important than it really is).
I think the issue there is just that I'm afraid of the word "girlfriend." You know how when you start dating someone, all of your friends want to call her your girlfriend, but every time they say it, you start to feel sick to your stomach and need to point out that "She's not my girlfriend." And then you panic and break up with her before something serious happens.
Well, I just don't quite get the same feeling with the term "ex-girlfriend", so I'm ok with that being thrown around to describe my previous love-interests. So the girls with me just go straight from normal friends to ex-girlfriends, with this weird, awkward stage in the middle. (I didn't do very well in Chemistry, but I think that's what plasma was.)
Maybe everyone has that issue and they just don't actually hang out with their ex's. I guess normal people hate each other when they break up. Maybe people don't really mean it when they say "Let's just be friends," but I always pretend that they do.
Smooth
Remember that girl that next-semestered me? Well, I didn't tell this story, but I decided to take her up on the offer this semester, and we went out a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, when my opinionated side came out it kind of rubbed her the wrong way and it was a pretty awkward date.
So yesterday I saw her in the Talmage building and she didn't even look at me. She did one of those things where you look at the ground and pretend that you didn't know that person was there.
That's so cute... What's your name again?
There's a girl in my ward that I'm rather fond of, and her roommate plays soccer with us, so I've been going over there rather frequently to invite the roommate to soccer practices and remind her of the games in hopes that I'd be able to talk to this girl that I like. Last night I went over there and the girl I liked wasn't there, so I was sitting around talking with the soccer roommate. Then the girl came home, and when she walked in the door she looked around, and went back to her room without talking to anyone, and didn't come back out. Have I been successful in giving the wrong impression about which roommate I'm interested in?
