AMEND: the refrigerators didn't like the concept of our design, lol....couldnt understand why icecubes were orange, or why we chose to go retro. and we literally titled ourselves, the three of us, "LifeCubes Designs"...a joke on me, because all week i kept messing up the words "ice cubes" and calling them "life" cubes.... both Olya and Mike teased me so bad about it that it stuck....so now we're officical, lol. anyway, mike had to leave around 6 cause there was a party on his curb: a million of his friends were waiting in front of his house to get in. he'd made plans with a bunch of people to go out, not realizing we were going to be working on the freaking cd all night.... anyway, we called him at 8 to let him know what dave said about the design.... all day he played it totaly cool, like it was no big deal that we were about to miss our deadline (which we did, but it wasnt our fault....dave was still emailing us additions this afternoon at 2, and the file had to be in canada by 3:30) anyway, when dave told olya and i, in a conference call, that we had to use this certain image, i literally started laughing so hard i dropped the phone and ran out of the room.... olya started laughing INTO the phone...its a long joke to explain, but the thing this guy wanted us to do.... my GOD. tacky isnt even the word. in fact, mike, olya and i had already been joking, monday night, about how bad this certain image was.... ANYWAY, olya is telling mike about it on the phone, and mike suddenly ERUPTS: olya handed the phone to me, and i told him about the image, laughing (because the whole thing, at this point, is just ridiculous)... mike said, really loud, "then tell him to use the fucking power point" (thier orignal, REALLY SUPER SHITTY design). i THINK thats the first time i've ever heard him swear, and most definitly the first time i've ever heard him angry, or even raise his voice.... then he said "let me call you back, i'm in the middle of a bar..." so, its my assumption mike's and angry drunk, lol.... so much in common! my phone died, so i dont know if he actually called back (i was on olya's phone at that point, anyway), and wont know till tomorrow, if he even makes it to class tomorrow....and, i bought a pack of cigarettes...i couldnt help myself after today.
anyway, back to the original post: i think i blew it.
he laughed about it, but i think it was totally the wrong thing to say....olya was so suprised she accidentally slammed the car into nuetral and drove us into a gaurd rail....
maybe it wasnt that bad. i can't tell with him.
and thats one of the reasons i like him so much....there is totally so much there that doesnt meet the eye.
and then he invited us to alive at 5, which i wanted to do (even though though i was slightly afraid i'd run into ken's crew, SO dressed up for the digital page reception, and would have been ditching olya on this project.... )
he said he'd come saturday, which was very cool of him. at least now i can prove he exists....
his phone wouldn't stop ringing for a better part of the day. you could hear most of the people's voices that he was talking to....
and yeah, so not that i care, but if he's even slightly involved with someone else, i don't even want to THINK about him that way, you know? and more and more its been going there. something he said today really, REALLY touched me.... and another couple of things he did. i wish there were some easy way of knowing whats in his head, if i should speak up or just let it go..... and there's like a million and one other explanations for what it could have been..... olya said i'm being paranoid and looking for excuses to not like him. i'm just so fucking afraid of getting hurt....
she would be correct.
need to put the boys out of my mind!!!!!!!! sexy eyes and matching fucking touch me shirt or no.... god, even his cufflinks are hot.... and did i mention the way he smells? (sigh)
*ohm*.
i havent had a crush like this since HIGH SCHOOL.... worse, is watching olya with her college crush, and them going camping on a deserted island in a few weekends....
*OOOOHHHHMMMMMM*