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Things Left Behind
Jul. 4th, 2011 06:28 pm1. Power cord to my computer screen. No idea where it is but it's definitely not with me here in Sherrill, NY. This is not a great thing but it's not as big an inconvenience as it might have been. Thankfully most power cords are interchangeable so I'm just using the one off my parent's computer screen when I want to get on my computer and transferring it back.
2. My poi. This sucks but at least they ended up getting accidentally left with somebody who will use them and not just randomly left at some bar or on the side of the street or something. The person I left them with offered to forward them to me but I don't want them to have to pay for the shipping. Maybe the next time I'm in Buffalo I'll ask her if I can stop by to pick them up but that might be awkward for various reasons.
3. The girl of my dreams. But I'm not stressing over it as much as one might think. Yes we had a long talk in which she essentially told me that she didn't want me to want to be with her, to say goodbye and walk away. And yes, I cried because my emotions do get the best of me sometimes, especially when I give my heart away. You'd think this would make me miserable but honestly? The last two weeks in Buffalo will be something I will always remember fondly. She made my last night in town probably one of the most memorable nights I'll ever have, and not for the reason most of you would think:
I danced. Not just high-school-awkwardly-rocking-back-and-forth dance. No. She made me Swing dance. She made me look like I knew what I was doing. She made me feel amazing out on that dance floor; a feeling I've never had. I've always felt like an idiot when I tried to dance, always feeling like people were laughing at me (mostly because they actually were, no joke). I never thought I could feel enjoyment while dancing.
She made me dance.
I'll never forget her for that moment alone. And I'll smile, thinking of her.
2. My poi. This sucks but at least they ended up getting accidentally left with somebody who will use them and not just randomly left at some bar or on the side of the street or something. The person I left them with offered to forward them to me but I don't want them to have to pay for the shipping. Maybe the next time I'm in Buffalo I'll ask her if I can stop by to pick them up but that might be awkward for various reasons.
3. The girl of my dreams. But I'm not stressing over it as much as one might think. Yes we had a long talk in which she essentially told me that she didn't want me to want to be with her, to say goodbye and walk away. And yes, I cried because my emotions do get the best of me sometimes, especially when I give my heart away. You'd think this would make me miserable but honestly? The last two weeks in Buffalo will be something I will always remember fondly. She made my last night in town probably one of the most memorable nights I'll ever have, and not for the reason most of you would think:
I danced. Not just high-school-awkwardly-rocking-back-and-forth dance. No. She made me Swing dance. She made me look like I knew what I was doing. She made me feel amazing out on that dance floor; a feeling I've never had. I've always felt like an idiot when I tried to dance, always feeling like people were laughing at me (mostly because they actually were, no joke). I never thought I could feel enjoyment while dancing.
She made me dance.
I'll never forget her for that moment alone. And I'll smile, thinking of her.
