My Mumbling Thoughts

I have a girl crush. It's nothing new, I've had girl crushes before, but mostly on famous superstars that I'd never get a chance with in a million years.

No, this would be a proper girl crush that I've had on a girl named, Caroline, since last term. She was in my Writing Poetry class that I only went to once and never went back because it was lame and I hated it. However, we have been reunited in my lecture that I have on Tuesdays now in Writing Context.

She sat across from me on the first day, and I was surprised that she remembered who I was.

"Hey. I didn't think I'd see you again. You never went back to Writing Poetry," she said to me during our first break.

"Yeah, I hated that class. It was pointless so I decided to stop going," I explained.

"It was pretty shit," she told me and smiled.

We speak occasionally when we see each other in class now, and part of me wants to hang out with her after class, just to have chats and get to know her better. It wouldn't be the first time I played for the other team, so to speak, and I'm not one for being closed minded. You never know where things might go. If anything, I could just make another really good friend.

Although I can't get over how pretty and nice she is. She kind of reminds me of Kristen Bell, but with black hair and cool, funky glasses. Who wouldn't like that, really? And in my warped and twisted mind, we would make an awesome looking lesbian couple, which is what I strive for every day. (*sarcasm*)

In that same class, there's an American guy who really fucks me off. I don't know what it is about other Americans that roam around London freely, taking up all of my space and air. Trish and I are the only Americans that I approve of living over here, so when we come across another one, it's weird that we automatically get extremely defensive and wonder why they aren't on the first plane back across the pond. It's almost as if we're the same kind of species and when we overhear a familiar accent, our little ears perk up and it's almost as if we want to walk around them, sniff them out and see if we like them or not. Generally, we end up not liking them.

I'm not sure which state he's from, but I'll put any money that it's Montana or some place far away in some fucked up land of Suburbia. He just sits in class with his baseball cap, being loud and sucking up to the lecturer. So. Annoying.

In other random news, I almost regained my hearing while sitting and straining to listen to the annoying American boy's accent. My left ear made a small pop, and all of a sudden everything seemed louder. I was so excited that I wasn't going to be permanently deaf, but that excitement only lasted a few minutes until I was back to being partially deaf. At least I know now that I'm not handicapped and that perhaps one day I'll be able to listen to my iPod on full blast once again and have it actually hurt my brain. Those days were so nice. How I miss them.

**update**

Because I don't feel like starting a brand new post (two in one day: shock!), I've decided to just continue on with my random gurgles from earlier on today.

It seems like I have re-awakened the inner blogger in Trish. We all know Trish here at My Mumbling Thoughts, and we all love her. She just started up another new blog on live journal and I've added her on the side of my links bar. I've also included her in the very secret, very small group of people that I know in "real life" who know the actual address of this blog, so everyone give her a big "hello!" Helen and Zoe are the only other two uni folks that know of my address, so in total that'd be three, for those of you who were keeping count.

I've been trying for ages to have Helen do a guest post on here, but I think she's a wee bit shy. Although I think if I keep on pressing her, one of these days she'll grace all six of my regular readers with her amazing presence.

Zoe also has a blog, but it's all in espanol. She's taking Spanish as part of her degree, and one of her assignments back in the day was to create a blog. Of course I jumped at the chance to help her since I do consider myself an expert of the blogging sort. I'm going to try and get to her to start actively blogging as well, only in English, because while I do fancy myself to be bi-lingual, I know that my Spanish is shit, and really I only know how to ask, "where is the bathroom?" "where are my shoes?" and "what time is it?"

Perhaps if I'm lucky enough, all three of my fabulous friends will one day grace my blog with their presence and be a guest on here. Which also reminds me, if I do have any lurkers out there, or regular readers who just want to hijack my blog for a day, let me know. I'm all about posting other people's words on here, mostly just because it's fun for me.