The Better Part of QWEST

I have a bit to say about QWEST, but much of it would focus on Ramsey, who I mentioned the other day. So, rather than do that, I will post a bit of a song that pretty well sums how I feel. If you want more details, just ask me. But it's pretty boring.

So. This is a song from Avenue Q. Not quite the way the singer sings it, but then again, she's not gay. Okay:

She likes me
I think she likes me
But does she "like me" like me
Like I like her?
Will we be friends? Or something more?
I think she's interested, but I'm not sure ...

QWEST

I found that QWEST continues to leave me much to think about, perhaps not because of the subject of discussion, but because of the social interaction it provides.

I smoked while I climbed a bazillion flights of stairs, with a slightly better idea of where I was going than last week. I marveled over the disposable ashtray it came with.

For a while, I hung out on the stairs. I could hear the girls below, so I just text messaged my mother. (But don't tell anybody it was my mother. Somehow, when other people are texting, I don't think they are writing their parents.)

As I stood there, a girl walked by. She waved at me. I said hi. We ended up talking before the club started. Quite a bit, in fact. Her name is Ramsey.

Halfway through the meeting, Katie came in. I kinda didn't think she was going to come, in the same way I knew that SW wasn't going to come. At that moment, I really wanted to go outside and smoke. I don't think anyone would have missed me.

And I further convinced her that SW is just a figment of my imagination. We all know I am running an expiriment about that anyway. Probably everybody thinks she's just a figment, even though I've talked about her in this blog at least since August.

Anyway, I shall go back next week and socilaize even more. If I could talk while the club is actually meeting (besides the introduction at the beginning where I basically say, "I'm Roowey, and I like to jump off cliffs") I would have it made.