Every Single Step of the Way

Lots of posts! ^_^ Ano... So I got to hang out with Genevra today after Brain and Behavior. It was a gorgeous day, so we lied down in Schenley Plaza and she tanned while I read for Special Topics in Mass Communication. But we also got to talk a bit. I told her about Harold petting my hair last night (but not about him trying to figure out my scent) and she told me that Harold had been interested in a threesome with her and me. *shock* (What's with people wanting me to be in threesomes???) She said she didn't know if he wanted me in there because it was me or because it'd be his chance with two girls at once. I'd say it's because of the two girl thing, but then why would he have been petting my hair? SO CONFUSING!! Maybe I shouldn't have told him I might have a crush on him. It's probably affecting his actions. Hmmm....

So, I might wind up going to Genevra's tonight too. I have to write 1/2 - 1 paper for Mass Comm tomorrow morning, but I need the other half (hopefully) from my ばか partner. And I need to take a shower. If I finish everything by 9 or 10 I'll probably head over there. And I'm sure we'll talk about this whole Harold thing more. And probably about me and Mike. Maybe I'll tell her about Harold trying to figure out my scent...(so awkward to think about =_=)

Short Bits

So, last night my dreams were all in short bits. I remember a couple of them, but the one I remember the most was like an alternate universe of what happened with Harold last night. I was in his bed and I woke up to him petting my hair. Instead of him backing off, though, he leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was very soft, but very sure. Even in the dream I was flustered. But I definitely enjoyed it.

Why do I always wonder what it would be like to kiss the people around me? That's what leads to dreams like these.

Harorudo

So... I was over at Harold's helping him with the picture of him and Liv for Liv's (belated) birthday. He tried to fix it up himself, but I'd already cleaned up the picture so I could print it and have a copy for myself. In the end he wound up using my version and cropping it a little differently. We printed it out at Kinko's and went back to his apartment so he could write a message on the back and give it to Liv tonight. He was going to write it in English, but since he decided on Japanese, it took him quite a while. I wound up falling asleep in his bed.

I woke up to someone petting my hair. For a moment I was confused and didn't remember where I was. Then I did remember and realized the only other person there was Harold. I should have opened my eyes immediately... but I pretended to remain asleep for just a moment more. It was one of those moments where if you didn't open your eyes, you didn't have to question it. Then I opened my eyes and acted confused and kinda awkward. He denied petting my hair. He said he had just put his hand on my head to wake me up. Liar. So... why did he do that...? Why did I pretend to still be asleep? I probably have a bit of a crush on him: not anything to act on, but still. But what about him? How long was he there, watching me sleep? Petting my hair? Does it mean anything? No... it mustn't. I'm looking too far into it. Yes. Anyway, he crawled in with me because his apartment is so cold (so cold!) and tried to figure out what my scent is. Awkward! Now I smell like Harold.

We were probably starting to fall asleep when Liv called. We left and Harold gave the framed photo to Liv. ^_^ lol She was so curious about what the gift was because she knew Harold and I were plotting. Rather, that's what she thought. I was just keeping him on track. XD Liv is so easily deceived by me. ... That makes me feel horrible...

End

Mom picked me up Thursday night and we drove to Massena Friday for the viewing at 7. We stayed at Aunt Karen and Uncle Glen's house for the night. The funeral was Saturday. Grandma was buried in a lovely purple flower-print dress that made her look beautiful.

RIP, Grandma

Grandma passed away this morning. The stroke she had was a bad one and she had a living will, so they didn't put her on life support. She died peacefully in her sleep.

Drained. Sad.

Drained. Sad. Harold didn't make it into Pitt Med, so he'll be moving in a few months. I'll miss the light. Gave him and Liv a day together yesterday, tried to give them as much alone time as possible. Brought him to Liv's house, hung out, went to see Watchmen with them, Mike, Beth, and Kayla then out to Kings for dinner. Took him home, Liv and Harold made out in the back seat then gave them half an hour alone at his place. Harold kissed me on the cheek in thanks. I was flustered and almost forgot to respond. Liv is falling in love with him but doesn't want to because he has to leave and we don't know what his feelings for her are. Mike complains that I spend too much time with Liv. He doesn't understand. I thought he did. Genevra told me I appeared in her war dream, but didn't tell me my part in it. Also, I wasn't included in it when she wrote it down and posted it in her livejournal. And Grandma had a stoke this morning. Grandpa has been having problems with his memory, and must have been out of it, because he didn't report anything all day. Aunt Debbie went to join them for dinner and found Grandma on the floor. They think she had the stroke somewhere around 2am. That's all we know so far. I am sad.

Beauty

I've been wanting to paint something beautiful lately. I wish I knew what.

A few nights ago, it was gorgeous outside and I couldn't help but enjoy it. I climbed my tree barefoot and sat there for a while, doing nothing but enjoying the peace and the beauty.