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Vitals

Birthday
• 1983-08-05
Gender
• Male
Location
• Vancouver, BC
Member Since
• 2003-08-02
Occupation
• Writer; Part-Time Hero
Real Name
• James

Personal

Achievements
• Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
• Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
• Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
Goals
• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
Hobbies
• Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
Talents
• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory

myOtaku.com: SomeGuy

Saturday, January 31, 2004

Saga of The Girl: Frustrations Arise . . . . .
It's a DAMN good thing I don't believe in fate, let me tell ya . . . . .

As I said before, I didn't see "The Girl" very much after that day I gave her that Christmas present . . . in fact, I did not see her at all! The only times I even saw traces of her living was through her name on MSN - and even then I didn't want to disturb it!

It's weird in that way, I guess . . . it's like, I'll be online, she'll be online, and I just won't even try to converse with her. I dunno, I guess my frame of mind was that if I bugged her too much with too many trivial things it'd get messy and she'd get annoyed and stuff . . . so yeah, a couple weeks go by . . . . .

I can't exactly remember how this went down, but it was during a conversation with someone else online that sparked this (perhaps it was one of you? That night's hazy now . . .). Well, I was chatting with whoever it was for a while about what I can only assume were very personal matters, and for one reason or another it lead to this incredibly intense feeling inside me. I suddenly felt, like, "I need to say something NOW, before it's too late . . ." I felt I needed to say a lot . . . . .

I messaged "The Girl" that night:
Hey, I would very much like to see you some time this week. You gonna have any free time?
Yes. After class tomorrow.
Sounds great . . . um, I wouldn't be asking too much if we made a little sidestop, would I?
No... O_o;
. . . . . I'm not planning on killing ya, relax!

Something like that, in any case . . . . .

So that day (it was the 21st, the Wednesday), after class, I got out of my room, found "The Girl" waitin', and we headed to the bus stop. As we walked, we just made some really light conversation, laughing along the way . . . it was something I had really missed the past while . . .

Bus came, we got on, got seats, relaxed a bit. I asked her what was new, she responded with "nothing much." And then there was silence . . . . .

. . . . . and then an old friend she hadn't seen in a while got on the bus and they saw each other . . . . .

Essentially for the entire 40 minute bus ride, "The Girl" and this other person just caught up, talking about what classes were hard, who was in what class with whom, and what the future of their respective careers looked . . . I, in turn, sat there, singing "1000 Words" in my head . . . . . Hey, what else could I do? It's not like I could go, "excuse me, but I called this time frame. Reschedule your catch-up." So, I took it like a man and waited for the bus to get to the station.

Some interesting bits came up during their conversation. For one, I came to understand that she was often staying at school well into the evening at times doing work, and was sometimes just getting a ride home with another dude who stayed late as well . . . heh, so of course I naturally thought in my head "oh crap" even though I've met the guy and know that what I was thinking was NOT what was happening . . . . . stupid imagination . . . . .
The other bit was her reason of why she wasn't sticking around late today: it was Chinese New Years Eve that day - she had to get home quickly and have dinner with her family. That was why she had time; that was why she was going home so quickly . . .

We got to the train station. "The Girl's" friend went her way, we went to the train. And we talked about whatever (mostly about how it was apparently sacriligeous that my family wasn't having a big dinner that night [parents on vacation, so we had the dinner last week]). By this point I had accepted that I wasn't gonna be able to say what I wanted to say . . . just before my stop, I said to her,
"I think I'm gonna hafta request another meeting some time soon . . ."

So in the end, the stars just didn't like me: if it wasn't schoolwork, it was old friends; if it wasn't old friends, it was family dinners . . . . . I was getting very upset . . . I think that day when I was nearing my house, on my empty street, I just swore out loud as hard as I could . . . . .

This seriously wasn't working . . . . .
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