| ::MUSIC: Queen - Don't Stop Me Now:: Okay, forget the adorable RISD student in my Japanese class - it’s all about the cute guy in my Korean class now (there are several, but this one in particular = :D). He’s very sweet and geeky-cute, and oh man. Just. Oh man. The first time I met him formally (I say “formally” since I’d seen him in class before then) was over the weekend: I was fumbling with my wallet trying to get my ID out so that I could swipe into my dorm, and he swooshed by on his bike going, “Heeeey! I recognize yooooooooou!” So then we talked briefly and introduced ourselves, and he was all, “See you Monday (in class):D :D :D” and it was highly adorable.
I actually had lunch with him and one of his hall-mates just now, since they were leaving the quad at the same time as I was, and we discovered that we all were headed for the same destination: the Ratty (our main dining hall- it’s actually the Sharpe Refectory, but everyone calls it by its nickname :3). Over lunch, we talked politics (which made me feel like a dumbass- to be honest, I haven’t really been following the race to the white house very well), terrorism, debated what is news-worthy and what is not, and discussed the financial situation of the university. I also discovered that he wants to start a bike messenger service that students could potentially use to send messages to friends who live on some of the more remote parts of campus (there’s one dorm, Perkins, where NO ONE- except for the people who live there- ever wants to go, because it’s relatively far away from everything else D:), which is, in my opinion, a really cute idea. If I knew how to ride a freakin’ bike without breaking my ass, then I’d volunteer to help him. He also wants to run for student government in order to solve the problems he forsees with the university’s allocation of funds, and for some reason I find that really hot. Remember guys, proactivity is sexy! (At least it is to lazy bums like me :/)
After all of our fascinating discussions (which consisted mostly of him talking while his hall-mate and I were being bad conversationalists), we shared a slice of cake for dessert, during which I think I accidentally implied to him that I’m a lesbian. The snippet of conversation went something like this:
Him: (after going through basically every major sport and evaluating the general attractiveness of girls who play said sports) …Girls who run cross-country are usually pretty hot, too...
Me: (after a few seconds of thought) Actually, I’d agree with you on that.
Him: Oh, you mean guys who run cross-country?
Me: No…I was thinking girls…
Him: (looks at me intently, and says, seemingly intrigued :) …Oh. (leans back in his chair, as if he were contemplating my statement, then repeats, after a moment :) …Oh.
Maybe it’s just me, but that second “oh” sounded a lot like an, “Oh, I see. So you like girls, huh?”-type “oh.” And I wanted say, “Noooo, you’re taking that the wrong way,” but it could also have been a simple, “Oh, how interesting that you have observed the same phenomenon,” so I just didn’t say anything. <sarcasm> ‘Cause, you know, I definitely LOVE IT when cute guys think that not only am I not interested in them personally, I’m not even into their gender as a whole D: </sarcasm> Besides that, though, lunch was pretty legitimate.
Oh (lol that goddamn “oh,” again), contrary to what I have come to believe is a popular assumption, there are plenty of aesthetically-pleasing XY chromosome-holders here. Like, if I had to generalize that guys at Brown are either good-looking or fugly, I’d definitely go with good-looking. (That’s not to say that everyone is OMGHAWT, but it’s not like I’m starving for a good slice of man-meat <-- I know, I know, your mind just got blown by that metaphor XD…or if you’re like me, your mind just took a momentary trip to the gutter because I just used the words “man-meat” and “blown” in such close proximity to each other.) So far, notable hotties have included: Veiko, a blond-haired, blue-eyed Estonian guy who basically looks like he wandered out of Hitler’s most salacious wet dream; Ryan, the Japanese-American guy who lives down the hall from me who is hilarious when drunk, and whose roommate is in my Japanese class, which gives me a pretty solid excuse to pop up randomly in his room; and this FUCKING BEAUTIFUL Korean guy who I think is an international student, and who I always see wandering around, but have never talked to before. Every single time I see him, I think, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALMIGHTY, THERE IS A GOD”…but then he turns the corner, and I lapse back into agnostic apathy.
I’m realizing that random Korean people seem to be popping up a lot in my posts lately. But there is good reason for this: EVERYONE HERE IS EITHER KOREAN OR JEWISH. Even my Meiklejohn (student advisor), who is the son of Mexican immigrants, is Jewish (he’s also kind of cute, too, but that is an entirely different matter). What. Since I’m here too, I’m starting to think that maybe I’m Jewish and I haven’t realized it yet. MY PARENTS OWE ME A BAT MITZVAH, GOD DAMMIT D:
There are also more Singaporeans here than I ever would have guessed, and because one girl that I hang out with a lot is from Singapore, I’ve met like half the Singaporean population here- and I feel bad because I can never remember their names! I know at least that there’s an Edward, a Steven (or some similar name), and a Huang, but I sure as hell can’t remember which name is whose. I only remember Huan (not to be confused with Huang), and Carl (who I remember probably only because he was awkward :3). Oh, and there’s an upperclassman whose name I remember, but won’t even attempt to try to spell correctly (._.*) I only remember him because his abundance of charm reminded me of Shiwon from Super Junior (he wasn’t NEARLY as good-looking, but, whenever I think ‘charming man,’ my brain comes up with an image of either Shiwon or Kaneshiro Takeshi- which, I mean, makes sense, because they are both smooth as iiiiiiiiice). All of the Singaporean guys have really cute accents, though- like a mix of Chinese and British <3 As “Shiwon” was talking, I felt a little bit of the Gael Garcia Bernal Syndrome going on- like I could listen to him talk about inanities into infinity (O_O!)
(Abrupt change of topic:) So last night, a friend who went to my high school and who is also a freshman here asked me if I wanted to go to this meeting for “lesbians, bisexuals, and other women of alternate sexuality,” and I didn’t have anything to do (I’d finished my work), so I went. I’m certainly not a lesbian (in fact, I don’t really understand lesbians. I mean, men are actually delicious), and maybe not quite bisexual, but I don’t consider myself completely straight, either. I’ve just kind of given up on trying to figure out exactly what I am. At this point, I just like whoever I like, and that’s it. I’m people-sexual. Anyway, so I went, and it was kind of chill, but it’s one of those, “Let’s get together and talk about lesbian issues” groups, and I really don’t know that I want to sit around listening to people bitch about their girlfriends for an hour (sorry, I’m kind of undermining the group, here- there’s obviously more to it than that, but bitching is part of it) (._.*). (Plus I’m a terrible person, and there weren’t enough girls there that I found attractive to justify my going back :3 Wow, way to use a support group as a dating service, Self). I don’t know, it took me a while to realize that I might like certain girls a little bit more than most other girls like girls, but it was a kind of, “Oh, well, that’s interesting” realization, rather than an, “OMG, THIS HAS JUST REVOLUTIONIZED MY ENTIRE LIFE” sort of thing. I just feel like it’s not that big of a presence in my life. *shrug* By the way, I went to the bookstore today to pick up another textbook, and guess who was there, browsing the shelves? …One of the infamous Duke lacrosse players (that’s probably a lot less exciting than whatever you guessed, isn’t it?). One of them transferred to Brown this year, so he’s a junior here, now. I’m almost certain (like 99.8%) that it was him, but I wasn’t about to be that asshole that goes up to him and asks, “Hey, aren’t you one of the lacrosse players that was falsely accused of gang-raping a stripper? You are?? AWESOME.” I don’t know, just a random sighting.
Alright, well, I still have much more that I could write about, but I’m going to save it for next time, because I just spent far too long typing about guys (…and girls). Next post will involve alcohol…and Danger :D Now, I’m going to attempt to find some way to dry my clothes without wasting money on the dryer, ‘cause the legs of my jeans are soaking wet from today’s NON-STOP TORRENTIAL RAIN (Stephen Colbert, in the distance: “RAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIN!”). Now, there’s that Rhode Island weather I know and love (to hate)! |
