Ok, lets start off with, none of the above are me. The first I have to say is one of my co-workers who on many accounts has commented on my shoes, clothing, hair and many other things. Now, like most girls at work I don’t find this highly appealing seeing as he has been doing the same to them at the same time and, I know his background.
I know I just cannot go off someone’s background, though, we know right now he is trying to be a player. He is only ‘hitting’ per’ say on soft lines team members (of which I am apart of) which the biggest blabbermouth in the entire store is apart of.

The Bassist? you want to know how this isn’t me. Ok, I am now in the Clark College Orchestra, and I am getting paid for it. The more credits I take the more I get paid. But anyway, this boy that stands next to me (Hank) has sort of a staring issue. Only when I look up at the Bassists (There’s six of us! AHHH!) -when Dr. Appert stops us- do I catch him staring, then he looks back at his music and sometimes even pretends he was tuning.
Sometimes when I look up from my music, he’s smiling at me. I mean really smiling. That’s when I get really “um…”. Yet he won’t talk to me at all. It’s like he’s closed up in his little shell and afraid of me. I can get Candy to talk to me, and Mike (Yet Mike has a Daughter in the Orchestra… Tells you how old he is). But Hank will not talk to me for the life of him, at least not openly, it’s just all short answers.

Ok, the nerd. He’s in my English class. Just one of my new friends. For some reason, he likes to make the entire class break out into laughter. Yet that’s because the class is so serious and he looks so bored in class. After class he is always so refreshed and we’re talking about stuff like Origami. Yes, Origami and the 1000 Cranes. Our conversations afterwards are just randomly chosen that basically we forget all about the politics in english. That is, until he blocks my way out the doorway.

Gabe, Not an easy one to talk about. I could probably label him with about five words and leave it at that. But no, I need to go on with what’s probably happening to Gabe.
Gabe was my lunchtime buddy, 24, likes going out to the bars for drinking.  I guess it’s always good to have a Political major for a talking buddy, especially when they’re on the same page as you. Though for some reason he doesn’t like sticking around whenever Sam is around or even comes over to talk. You know, that whole first impression gig? Usually we only kept eachother company because we’d always get bored with reading our books and listening to music. But lately whenever Gabe has walked by Sam has always been there. Then, Sam takes off. And I’m as bored as shit for one hour.

Sad, Alone, Depressed, Cold, Bored, And Lonely