post 276: a gift

Another Slate post. I mean, why not?

L. and I were discussing him the other day. How he is the fad, the face of Tiger Beat, because all the cinema girls love him or are attracted to him. We, L. and I, don't want to be attracted to him, but I can't help but feel that quasi-gravitational pull towards him and the schoolgirl shyness take over. L. is stronger than me and has a good platonic feel for him.

Went to the club's office before Film History to hang out. He was there, along with others. He said hi. That recognition makes me special. I sat on the couch and ate a string cheese while he and Brian tried to pry open a locked file cabinet. He asked me to come over, that he "needed Elaine's brain". I obeyed and surveyed the cabinet, but they got it open without my help.

L. came, and we went to Film History together along with Slate. He sat next to me. He made funny comments under his breath about the professor that only L. and I could hear. We stifled our laughter. He asked me for a piece of paper which he later used for drawing a caricature of said professor. Again, laughter ensued. I told him that that paper should be for real notes. He sadly turned the paper over and wrote: "REAL" NOTES on the top along with a sad face. Then he drew a sad face on my notes. When the prof asked who the French major was (I had written it in the survey that she asked us to fill out), and I had raised my hand, he turned and asked me if I was really a French major. By his whisper, I was not able to tell if he was impressed or intrigued, but I want to believe that it was both.

These little things make me smile. The drawings, the laughter. Even when a boy says my name, I can't help but feel a flutter of happiness echoing through my heart and body. It's like a gift from my parents at birth that keeps renewing itself with every person who is acquainted with me.

He didn't get to add the class, and so I won't be seeing him a lot this semestre, but that's okay with me. I shouldn't and don't want to get too attached.