Pf. Boys.

Is it me, or is it his own paranoia or ADD that is causing a rift? All I know is that a few days ago it occurred to me that he doesn’t talk directly with me anymore. Not without my own prompting, and then it’s like pulling teeth. I really don’t like it, whatever it is.

I though we hit it off when we met. I enjoyed hearing his thoughts and knowledge on all things computer. I had fun hearing about his business, and I was happy to help him out when he didn’t have access to the Python lecture materials. I don’t think I performed in some way that would have offended.

And yet now I can’t be in a room with Andrew without feeling uncomfortable. He doesn’t act friendly and does not respond to attempts at conversation in kind. It seems like he’s formed a guy-bond with Ali and Aaron, and that that’s all the friendship he needs…? I’m just rather ticked off by the whole situation. It’s just like any other time in my life when someone who I considered my friend dropped it all and turned their back on me without warning nor reason.

It’s not right, and I am going to demand an answer at the next possible, appropriate moment. I would have tried to talk with him about it tonight, but by the time I got up the nerve, he had slipped off to bed. Next time I wont give him that chance.

Resolutions and indulgences

Three things.

First, I certainly poured my heart into complaining about Emily. It felt good, and it was almost all true, save for the part where Emily is actually, well, probably, going to be in a non-ICC house next year. Whoever agreed to live with her must be saints. I almost want her to move out of Owen early, so I can experience this place with at least half the drama removed. :/

Second, I had a wonderful time at Mich House, and, as I had actually all but officially made up my mind before I visited, I changed my homestead form to Mich/Minnies first as soon as I got back on the internet. I after talking with a couple other Owenites, it seems that we aren’t as happy a family as I had previously believed, even without counting Emily. At this point, all I can really do is hope that things get better next year. That, and try to keep this place on a good track over the next semester (getting the new constitution up and running, ousting Emily from her position of power, etc.). Sometimes I feel like it’s all up to me.

And third, my little indulgence-crush on Andy is still going strong. The boy actually hugs me (in a friendly way, of course), and he regards me as a person and not as his friend’s girlfriend. Perhaps there’s something wrong with me. Perhaps I should bring back polyandry. Or maybe I should just try to cultivate our relationship into a close and comfortable friendship? … But that would make sense. There was that week where I had a dream about Patrick. But that didn’t last long. Now he’s just a friend. Maybe that will happen with Andy once I see him on a regular basis. Except that I don’t really want that to happen.

But regardless, I am already looking hella forward to next year. Note to self, pick out things to sell off on the internet. Preferably things I don’t want/need anymore; books, CDs, Perhaps clothes, make donation piles, and so on. My goal is to not have cram shit in behind my futon.

Now. If I can only make it to my birthday, life will be wonderful.