oh my, i almost forgot to share: as if today weren’t a great enough day just because of the ending of finance and the coming rock concert, i have another reason today is great.

i got a phone number today.

breaks down like this–the girl that always smiles at me in my religion class, whom i talked to at the airport for a few hours on the way out for thanksgiving and whom i talk to in discussion sometimes, happened to be the person i sat down next to for the test this morning. i thought i should be social for once. we take the test and finish at about the same time (actually, i wait idle for about 10 minutes or more for her to finish so i don’t have to clamber over her to leave, and so i can walk out with her. yes, i’m diabolical), and we’re strolling along the sidewalk, me toward my next final, her toward her dorm. the scene is as follows:

brian (inner monologue): okay, this is easy. just say something nice and casual like, “hey, i might not see you anymore since the class is over–we should get together for lunch or something sometime…can i have your phone number?” it’d be totally appropriate and not slimy or too much like i’m hitting on her, and she’s really nice so it’d be a shame not to say anything and never see her again even if i don’t know if she’s worth “dating”, whatever that means… come on, just do it brian…

girl: well, i’m going this way to my dorm… (we both stop walking and face eachother for a second)

brian (still inner monologue): come on brian, if you don’t do it now you’ll probably never see her again, just ask her for her…

girl: (reaching into backpack, pulling out notebook) so i’ll probably see you around, but in case i don’t you should call me sometime… (rips off corner of page with number already written on it, gives it to me)

brian: uh, yeah, i was just thinking i hope this isn’t the last time i ever see you since the class is over now…

and from there the conversation was short and of the “see you later, have a nice break” variety which is not worth typing out. but did you read that correctly? she gave me her phone number with no prompting from me, and not only that but she had written it out at what must have been at least sometime before the test started, meaning this was a premeditated act. this must mean she’s really friendly and doesn’t want to lose touch with the “nice” boy from her class (which would be fine by me), OR it means that she wants to ride the brian train.

hey, stop laughing at me.

two hours to rock fury!