Me: Uh... Not really.
Steph: But you could help her anyways.
John: I will.
Me: (sigh) Okay fine. I guess you could help. Or just stick around anyway.
Veena: So you WANT him to be around...
Me: Well he IS my boyfriend now, right?
Veena: Yeah. Ironic, isn't it?
Me: Ha-ha.
Rae: Gee, Yee Fang, I wonder what you're going to do in that room of yours. All alone. With John.
Me: EW--RACHAEL! I just had breakfast!
Rae: So? Some people do it after breakfast. Some at dawn. And SOME people--
Veena: (laughing) Okay, Rae. We don't need to know. (pats Rae's shoulder)
Steph: (laughing)
John: You guys are disgusting.
Me: Glad someone sees it my way.
Steph: (still laughing) Which is WHY he's your BOYFRIEND!
Me: Ugh. Don't push it in. Wait! Scratch--
Rae: (creepy laugh) I'll push it in, Yee Fang, my shexy shaxophone player.
Me: (facepalm)
Veena: Okaaaay. No commeeeent.
John: (turns to me) So... How did you get stuck with these friends?
Me: (laugh and shrug)
Steph: OHMYGOD! She laughed! At what John said!
Me: Um... Is that supposed to be amazing?
Steph: (shrug) I guess. Hey, is this where your room is?
Me: Uh, that's why I'm turning here. And not continuing up the stairs.
(Steph, Veena and Rae continue up the stairs talking after waving bye to me.)
John: (following me) Your room's on this floor?
Me: Didn't I just explain this to Steph?
John: So that means... I'm on the same floor as you.
Me: Uh... Yeah.
John: Cool... Okay. What room?
Me: Wha?
John: What room do you have?
Me: (pointing to door next to me) This one.
John: Really?
Me: I think. If I'm not being blind.
John: 235?
Me: Yeah. Unless I'm having memory problems too.
John: Ha-ha. Funny.
Me: (unlocking door) Yeah, I know, right? (opens door and drops key in pocket) So. My room. Where's yours?
John: Four doors down.
Me: Seriously?
John: Yeah. So, uh, we gonna unpack or what?
Me: Riiiiight... (points to backpack and duffel bag on bed) There's my stuff. Go knock yourself out.
John: Uh, I'm not your servant.
Me: Riiiiiiiight. (gets up from lying on bed and unzips backpack) Hey! I didn't know I brought my iPod!
John: You have an iPod?
Me: Ha-ha thank you for your compassion.
John: (unzips duffel bag) Wow. A lot of... Handmade stuff.
Me: You could tell?
John: No... It's just that I can't think of a store that would sell clothes like this.
Me: Well you know. Being an artist. I can sew well. I design my own clothes... I just need to figure out where I'm going to move so I can... You know those shops where it's the store on the bottom and the house on top? Well that's what I want...
John: Oh. So... Can I just dump this whole thing out?
Me: Wha?
John: Can I. Dump the things. In the duffel. Out.
Me: What? Oh yeah, sure.
John: (dumps clothes out) Good luck surviving in long jeans.
Me: I plan on it.
John: Flashlight? (holds up flashlight)
Me: Yeah... y'know. For the dark?
John: There's a lamp.
Me: Okay?
John: (holds up bag of cookies) Cookies?
Me: I'm going to the bathroom now.

END OF PART III
... I'm pretty sure I added in stuff and forgot stuff.

[SIZE="1"]Veena: Well? Yee? You gonna answer or what? I mean, you have to answer.
Steph: (pounding table) Answer! Answer! Answer!
Rae: C'mon, Yee Fang. Besides--you told me you weren't lesbian. You're straight.
Me: I said that in 8th grade.
Veena: So you aren't straight anymore?
Me: No, I'm still straight. Actually, I'm bi.
Steph: (backing away) Ohmygod, really?
Me: No. ...Not that I have anything wrong with lesbians. Or bisexuals.
Veena: She's just stalling.
Me: Stalling? Me?
Veena: YEE! Just answer the guy!
Me: He's being very patient. I think he can wait a little longer.
John: Uh, I don't wanna hafta wait another 4 years or anything.
Me: Right...
Steph: C'mon Yee.
Veena: I'm pretty sure he won't be like Brian.
Me: Oh my GOD don't bring back memories of him...
Rae: So say yes.
Me: To what, your marriage proposal to me?
Rae: I'm already engaged to Luke.
Me: Would that make a difference to you?
Steph: YEE. COME ON. SAY YES.
Me: I'm getting married to you now?
Steph: Say yes. You can always break up with him, y'know.
Me: I don't think that's gonna happen...
Veena: Ha! She admits it!
Me: ... Because I won't say yes.
Rae: Yes you will.
Steph: Yee. C'mon. Just try?
(Silent suspense. You can actually hear the clock tick next to our table. Veena, Rae and Steph are staring me down. I'm getting paranoid.)
Me: Okay fine. Yes.
(Veena, Rae and Steph high-five each other and celebrate for 5 seconds)
John: Wait... so you really don't want to be my girlfriend?
Me: (shrug) I don't really mind. I mean, I'll admit... that I, uh, like you...
Veena: OHMYGOD! SHE ACTUALLY ADMITS IT!
Me: Shut up.
Steph: I KNOW! SHE ADMITTED IT!
Me: I said. Shut. Up.
Veena: I KNEW it!
Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Rae: Good luck, John.
John: Why?
Rae: Because Yee Fang's your girlfriend.
John:... Is that a bad thing?
Me: Don't even MENTION Brian.
Steph: She didn't. You did.
John: (clears throat) So, uh, are we going to stop eating breakfast anytime soon?
Me: Right. I still have to unpack.
Veena: You mean you STILL didn't unpack?
Me: No. I just dumped the stuff there in my room.
John: So... You need help unpacking?[/SIZE]

END OF PART II
I didn't go shower yet. So I'm going now. Part III later.

This dream. Before I forget. Okay. Here goes. And... This isn't all of it. I like to keep personal stuff personal. *ahem* And I mean PERSONAL.
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[SIZE="2"]It's the summer after senior year of college and I've graduated. And I've recieved tickets to a cruise to Greece. So the day I go on the cruise, I go to my room and when I come back out, I see my friend John. (Okay, so he isn't my friend, but we talk a lot...) He actually seems pretty happy to see me. He waves and walked over to me and started talking to me about... Well actually, I forgot about what. About life, I think.
Anyway, we go to the diner or restaurant or whatever and I see Veena, Steph and Rae there and we all (except John) start freaking out and getting all cheered up and stuff. Veena was screaming and thanking Fate. (I'm surprised we weren't kicked out but hey, it's my dream)
Anyway, we're halfway through breakfast and into our normal conversations (and John isn't freaking out about my friends--he usually does) and Rae says: "So, John. I hear you're the friend of my shexy shaxophone player."
I dropped my head on the table and started laughing, causing everyone else to laugh.
John said, "Uh, okay... If you mean Yee, then yeah."
Veena said: "So. How's life, John?"
He nodded, "Good. I guess."
Rae mimicked Veena's question: "What college did you graduate from, John?"
"NJIT. Engineer."
I exclaimed: "OHMYGOD! My cousin graduated from there!"
"Really?" he asked, "What's his name?"
"You wouldn't know him." I said, "He graduated, like, 7 years ago."
Rae: "Where do you live?"
Me: Rae, you do plan on STALKING him?
Rae: ... No.
Steph: She's already engaged to Luke.
Me: Would that make a difference to her?
John: I'm back with my dad. Y'know. His business and stuff.
Me: Ohhh... Right.
John: Actually... If I didn't meet you here... I would've asked you this over Facebook or something--
Me: Don't you have my number?
John: I'm ignoring that. So--
Me: So what?
Steph: He's getting there! Jeez, Yee... (I rolled my eyes)
John: So... I was wondering... Uh, even though I haven't seen you in... over, like, 4 years--
Veena: CUT TO THE CHASE, MAN!
John: YeeFangwillyoubemygirlfriend?
Silence[/SIZE]
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Part One ends. I think this is getting a bit long. So... I'm making another post. Besides. I should probably go shower.

Yes. I have been thinking about the future again.

After college, I am going to open up an art shop full of all kinds of art, maybe a few outfits here and there (I can't give up my dream of fashion designing. Besides, I'm halfway there. I just need to sell this stuff...) and maybe a dress or two.

And hopefully, my life will not go down the toilet.

Anyways... I am not going to finish my history homework on time... too... much... quotes... to explain...
I write slow. This is very painful.

Yes. Now.

That I am, alas, in love. Hopelessly. Sadly.

I. Don't. Want. To. Be. In. Love.

It's a treacherous thing. Just a distraction. Humanly love is awful.

*ahem* Love between humans, I'm talking about. Love for a subject or book--okay, that I'm fine with. But... *drops head on table and bangs head on it*

I don't like love. I've had bad experience with love. I've seen love destroy others from the inside out. I don't like it.

But. I regret to say I'm in love. And if I tell my best friends:
A) It will be spread across the whole town
B) They will gasp and mock me about it
C) I will die of humiliation
D) I will have to explain everything and all the details in most my dreams to explain how I know this (besides the fact that I just know)
E) All of the Above

Most likely E) All of the Above.

*sigh*