Sprung Again

Oh man, I'm in trouble. Murphy's Law is fucking me over again. Seriously, this is not supposed to happen. Not now.

*sigh* I was at the Centurion competition last night and, like just about everyone else, I had a good go at it and unabashedly got pretty damn drunk. I managed to get through 52 shots of beer before the carbonation started getting too much for me. And all this whilst I was dressed up as a typical emo rockstar, eyeliner included. Yes, I have pictures to prove all of this. And of course about an hour later I had another beer for good measure.

Then we moved over to Glenn college for the Intercollege Rock Party, and were awfully surprised when they were playing techno and house and dance music. I'd go into all of that but there's really not much more to be said. It's not the big story here. Despite my heinously drunken state, alcohol isn't why I'm in trouble.

I met Grace. *sigh* And I like her. Like, really like her. And we hugged. And took a very adorable picture (minus someone being child-like and giving me bunny ears). And just . . . ugh, she's sooo cute. I just wish I hadn't been painfully drunk. Before I met her, I knew she was a cool girl and all, but I could've easily gone either way with it without another moment's thought. Now . . .

Damnit. This is NOT supposed to happen, not right now. I'm two months from leaving; I can't ask her out. That's just not fair. I mean, even if it all worked out, we'd be getting to the peak of our twitterpated stage right as I was leaving. It would lead to broken hearts. Even if all that were not so, I really don't wanna be like, the 20th person to ask her out this week.

UGH. Why do I do this to myself? Even more antagonizing is she might actually like me back. She seemed genuinely excited today about meeting me and she expressed interest in meeting again in the near future. All of which could be something, but also could be nothing. I don't know which I hope to be true more. The question is: should I put it all out there; should I risk my heart getting crushed for this girl? A better question: can I really like her and not?

Aussie Doozy of the Day:
(Note, this does not link in with the above post, so don't read into this you sick bastards.) Did you know that, statistically, Australian women are the most likely to put out on a first date?