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I think that girl I like likes another guy.

Unless close friends in England habitually feed each other Malteses by hand.

Actually, considering the homoerotic jokes I hear, that's not out of the question. She's still friendly toward me, and just today she returned my copy of Good Omens and we had a nice chat about our schoolwork while I found myself staring at her eyes and the curve of her jaw.

So I am greatly attracted both intellectually and physically to this young woman, and I have said, on average, five words to her a month. I've been trying to level up my social skill, as I put it to one of my friends, over the past month or two. And just a day or two, I realized that the year is almost up and I didn't do much of anything to advance my It's Complicated with her.

And now this.

And, honestly, if she has moved on, it's my fault. I've kept the wheels spinning for an entire school year. I even considered telling her to move on. And since the guy she's interested in is also a friend, so I'm honestly happy for both of them.

It's just...

Well, it's not like she's the only girl whose interested in me. I'm an attractive, exotic intelligent man, after all. The fact that I somehow managed to screw it up with a girl who was both a good match and actually interested in me doesn't reflect badly on me at all. I can accept it, I can move on.

Man, this sucks. I'm going to have another Lucozade.

In addition to the nightmarish skull, I've also found that Florence, in the poster, is about eight or nine heads high. I know she's tall, and I know she has legs out to next week, but I'm calling shenanigans.

...was to reinstall the extension causing the conflict. I had simply disabled AB+ believing it was a problem with the extension itself, and was just about to post on the AB+ forum when I decided to try and see if I still had the problem without other Extensions on.

I mad.

I've also discovered that another extension is causing the memory leak that causes Firefox to make FLVs skip after about 400MB or so of memory. I managed to have about five different Youtube videos open without a single one skipping. Also, this extension is causing Firefox to refuse to relinquish its grip on memory even when it doesn't need it. I think it's Greasemonkey, I'm not sure. Time to Sherlock it up.

It's like food poisoning, except it only occurs in people stupid enough to look at some sausages they know are probably expired and go "well, only ONE of them is green. The rest should be okay."

The cyst grows with usage of the affected areas. It has doubled in the past week or so.

It also makes my wrist hurt.

So using my right hand both hurts me, and makes the cyst grow, so it hurts me even more.

Jonathan planned to make something better, something more substantial around 9. A salad, perhaps. He had some chicken in the freezer. Perhaps he could cot it into strips, have himself a bit of a fry. That might be nice. Salad with chicken.

At about 9, his flatmates trooped into the kitchen and started setting up for a little get-together. He knew because he clearly heard their music playing through the wall.

When he checked later, the kitchen table was occupied by about a dozen bottles, and--yes--a sign he was pretty sure was stolen from the car rental place next door. Either that, or it fell off the back of a fence.

A few minutes later, they started on sing-alongs.

Jonn rolled his eyes heavenward.

EDIT: They left the sign, and dozens of bottles in the kitchen.

There's a room inspection tommorrow.

Either I bought milk that someone had cracked, or one of my flatmates somehow managed to unravel two reef knots on a plastic bag, take off the lid with "WOOD" in it in block capitals, crack the seal, and only then realized that it wasn't their milk and put it back in the fridge. Since it was on its side and those bottles aren't airtight, a significant portion of the milk spilled out.

Either that, or one of my flatmates is a selfish dick. I don't know which.

The underwear isn't a concern, but the white t-shirts I use as undershirts will require a fair amount of aplomb to pull off.

Ah, what the heck. They were nearly threadbare anyway. I'll just buy new ones. I'll just have to be more careful the next time I wash that bedsheet. I'm not sure I have nearly enough aplomb.

It was in the same clothes basket I checked about three times.

I don't even.

>go to school
>come home
>take off clothes
>realize I've been wearing undershirt inside out
>burst into treats