omg I love being back home. I've actually been back home since last Saturday (Thanksgiving break lasts a whole week for Kenyon :D), though I had been lazy to post until now.
So last night I ate dinner at a Thai restaurant near my house with New York Girl, who's staying for the week with a junior from Kenyon who's studying in Chicago for the year. (She was New York Girl's and my English TA over the summer, which is how we know her.) I also got to meet an alum who's a friend of said junior. :D
The whole thing was really pleasant and all, but at one point, the conversation between NY Girl and I shifted towards DHB. She lives in the same dorm hall as the two of us and she's friends with his ex-roommate (who recently moved into a single b/c DHB and him had too-different sleeping schedules), which is how she knows of the... situation between us. And I ended up having to tell her that, no, there's nothing going on between the two of us, which prompted her to say, "Oh... I thought him and you would be really cute together, so that kind of sucks..." And I was like I THOUGHT SO TOOOOOOO WAAAHAHAHAAAA, except in my head.
And I STILL hate how public the whole thing became, especially when I heard a couple weeks ago that Male Chicagoan freakin TOLD MY KENYON MOM that we were "going out" and I promptly TOLD HIS ASS OFF for doing so when it's not true and not any of his biz anyway. And my Brazilian FB Hubby is (fake? legit? NY Girl says fake-legit) jealous over the two of us and keeps making remarks about how the two of us are always together and how DHB supposedly "hits on me all the time" and I have to keep saying IT'S NOT TRUUUUUUUUUUUU. ;___;
Though that DHB & I are getting really touchy-feely with each other really doesn't help. *FACEPALM* OH, MY LIFE.
I also dropped by my old high school with a friend today for a little while, which was nice enough, albeit inevitably kind of awkward. Then I ate at a Korean restaurant WHERE THE WAITRESSES ASSUMED THAT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO EAT BIBIMBAP AND DEMONSTRATED POURING THE SAUCE OVER THE RICE FOR ME. MULTIPLE TIMES! AND ONE OF THE WAITRESSES MUTTERED UNDER HER BREATH AT ME. And I was like FOOLS JUST B/C I'M NOT KOREAN DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T KNOW MY AZN SHIZZ. FREAKIN KOREANS!!
