Theme Song: "Always Something There To Remind Me" - Naked Eyes
Rewind back 24 hours. Erin is scheduled to take pictures of the residents from 3 of the 6 First-Year dorms: Huber, Patrick, and Hanson. All the Huber Heroes are in the common room waiting for her to arrive. I call Kat and she tells me that Erin has been in a car accident a while ago. Again?! Anywho, I decide to skip my Film 252 class and just take the pictures myself. Many of my hallmates try to convince me to be in the photo, and I'm very flattered but my night schedule has just been thrown out of whack and it would be easiest to just take all the pics by hand. Wham, Bam, Thank you, ma'am. So that's what I do.
Fast forward to tonight. Erin's still out of commission so I'll be taking the photos of the remaining residence halls: Rice, Paul, and Stine. On the way there I pass Kris & Caitlyn, who are protesting international poverty and malnutrition for Amnesty International, and I make a donation 'cause that's how I roll, bitch. I also get to see Bria, a friend from Pasadena, while I take the picture in Paul Hall.
Then, at 7:30PM I brace myself for the dreaded Stine photo. Earlier today Jai tells me that her RAs didn't tell her that a photo was being taken tonight. Erin informed them back in January of this photo session and the hall with the largest turnout would receive a pizza party. WOO. To make a long story short, those terrible, lazy ass RA's in stine didn't tell their residents about my arrival. And to make them look even less competent than they already aren't, NONE of the RA's are even in the building! Since nobody knows about the pic except for Jai and Kim (her roommate), I just walk to all the rooms with the propped-open doors and just invite them downstairs for the photo... mostly pretty girls and scraggly guys who I know won't be ready in time.
As I make my way back down the ground floor I walk past Danny's room. I grapple with the decision to knock on his door. He's probably there... the door is slightly ajar. LET'S DO IT! I knock and he opens the door hesitantly. Surprisingly, he doesn't come out swinging... I wouldn't blame him this time because for the first time, I actually LOOK like a stalker: dark overcoat, magazine and a huge camera around my neck. He agrees to be in the picture.
In the end, after all that knocking, it's a pretty pathetic turnout for the picture--seven people. As I listen to Danny givin' one of the girls sassy backtalk, I can't help but look at him and think, "How come he gets to be straight?" Momentary jealousy at best, I know. The really depressing thing is that his smile has actually improved. "Dammit, Kyle!" So that makes one less thing I can make fun of him for... oh well, the list goes on.
I'm still in shock because I thought that I truly didn't have loving feelings for him anymore... but it's been a long time since I've seen him and it made me happy just to say anything to him. It seems like such an unhealthy regression since my pseudo-epiphany a few weeks ago: I was in the Uncommon Grounds store looking HOT when I looked up and out in the window. I saw Danny walking alone and it felt like the whole world was in slow motion... when I realized that he was strutting down the sidewalk like Peggy Bundy, LOL. And I said to myself, "I wanted to date that?" I then told the cashier to smash an ice coffee over my head... not really, but it only could've helped.
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