dream sequence

sooo....i heart this guy from the admit weekend i went to a few weeks ago. i first saw him when i sat in on a lecture...he has these gorgeous eyes, and just the perfect spikey-ness factor to his hair, he was dressed well (a stark contrast to the rest of the schlubs who had rolled into class)...and then i saw his name plate. can we say that his name is f-ugly. well it is. it was like one of those moments on a cheesy sitcom where the person is in the middle of a dream sequence, and then all of a sudden you hear this record scratching and they snap out it...me being the psychotic girl that i am was in the middle of the dream sequence with the harp music in the background, just about to say 'i do', and seeing his name was like running into a pole. and that's when i stopped heart-ing him. yes, i am that shallow.

and today i was looking at some documents from the school, he is one of the people that runs new admit programs, so his bio was there, with his phone number, and where he lives (a 2 min walk from my apt)...coincidence? i think not...perhaps i was destined to stalk him. who am i to fight fate? some friends have already volunteered to sit in the bushes outside his place with me...well, as long as they understand that "let's have dinner tomorrow night" actually means "i am going to force you to hang outside a stranger's window while i duck in the bushes." it's on!

i would post his picture at this point...since you know that i googled him (that goes without saying)...but maybe that would be going too far. soy loca.

"Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna, come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know

Singin’, come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities
Am I, a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease "