September 3rd, 2009

Sandra

Carly introduced me to one of her friends today. Her name’s Sandra and she’s at least a couple of years older than me. I’m a sophomore, so she’s probably been at this university for… I want to say five years? Give or take? I’m honestly probably wrong about that. She’s an interesting person. She was way into Homestar Runner back when that was relevant. The hiatus dooooes kind of suck. I wish I got more into it while it was still popular. I don’t really remember high school, anyway. There were like three things of note that happened back then! Prom, homecoming, and

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We talked for a while about what kind of albums we were into. She’s a big ABBA guy which I thought was kind of interesting. ABBA feels like dad rock, if you know what I mean. Something that happened though, is when I said that to her, she just… clammed up. She clammed up and I looked at Carly to make sure I didn’t fuck up somehow. She didn’t know what happened, either. Sandra then turned back to me and said “Sorry about that. What were we talking about?” We just kind of proceeded with the conversation like normal after that. There’s something there, isn’t there? Something that I’m missing? I know logically that I shouldn’t pry, but I’m just sort of interested. That sounds bad, but I swear to god, the way she said it felt like she wanted us to ask.

Maybe I'm just way, way too nosy into other peoples' affairs, haha! Whoops.