So. As some of you may know, I was at a conference in D.C. for the past nine days. The students (they called us “scholars”) were based in a very fancy hotel- we ate there most of the time, slept there, listened to speakers there, and conducted most of our activities in its conference rooms (or, in my group’s case, a repurposed sleeping room guhhh so small). Anyway, we slept in guest rooms. There were three people to a room. Here’s where my problem starts. If you don’t want to read about me being pathetic and stupid and overall creating even more reasons to hate myself stop here. My roommates were from Charlottesville, VA and Fresno respectively (I’ll refer to them as such for simplicity’s sake). Imma be straightforward here. They were both really hot. Fresno was kinda assy, though- as well as something of a homophobe. I thought Charlottesville was, too, but after talking with him for a while, I realized he was, well, neither. I developed huge crush on him. I guess it’s not so unreasonable, he was cute, funny, and a genuinely nice guy. Who I only knew for nine days. And didn’t even talk to that much. And is literally on the other side of the continent. And I’m kindasorta longing for anyway. The next time I catch myself lingering on his face in a picture I’m cutting. FML. F it six ways to Sunday. I’m such an idiot.