Alicia has risen to new levels of non-subtlety. She now makes fun of Julian every time she comes over to our lunch table, and today she essentially ordered him to take me to prom. She insisted a few times that we HAVE to go together. She speculated about what we would probably end up doing (sitting in the corner playing cards and not dancing.) She said that this would be "cute." I did not object to anything she said. He didn't object either... Then... But now I think he is severely freaked out. I might not be right, but he kind of didn't look at me after that at lunch, kind of didn't talk to me in physics (or rather, before or after physics, since we had a test) and when I called him with questions about the lab (which I do almost every time we have a lab, I have realized) he sounded as if there were... many things he would rather do than talk to me. Words can't quite describe it, but I think these words come pretty close:
MOTHER OF ALL SHORT, AWKWARD PHONE CONVERSATIONS.
Ahem. So... Stressing out a little. At this point, I don't even care if he likes me, as long as he doesn't hate me.
Internal Voice: (For forcing emotion into his orderly little world of math problems and instrument jokes. The dork.)
Hey, you shut up.
Gah, I'm staying home sick tomorrow too. I don't even get to sort this out.
On a less ditzy note, I am quite worried about the Molly. Dude, get some sleep. Relatively worried about the Emma too, but mostly just feeling guilty about that one since it has been... several months since I've even had a real conversation with her. Yeah, so it's been an awesome and calming day all around. I am going the hell to bed.
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