Ah, the spice of pain flavours the otherwise dull thoughts, making them blogworthy. One speaks with those whom one likes. One speaks with those whom one likes. It's not hard: 7 monosyllables. But alas. Just had class with mc. She almost sat beside me; had have, had a not done so. We said hello, touched base. Her f--king friends and my f--king friends are an embuggerance. I don't have the oomph to interrupt, or rather to interpose myself in n>1 place relations, specifically of the conversational variety. Well, let us not lament. I am fully aware of the problem: and this is the first step towards a solution. But tomorrow having passed, the week will be over, herwise. But again, that's an overly negative way to view things. I must interpose myself. I have a plan. If I can manage to sit beside her, all the best; else, try and catch her after class and ask the simple question: are you going homewards? Either answer is a result. Oh life, why can't one speak one's mind?