Life is supposed to be fun; life is not supposed to be Washington Semester.

I'm not sure what to think. I will admit, she is definitely not the most beautiful girl in the world. She is short and has blonde hair. I don't really know why I like her. Her personality is really great though; not the greatest, but pretty great. She likes to laugh a lot and her accent makes me laugh. Her life is so much different than the way she carries herself; I think that is one of the reasons why I think I like her so much. Its good to know that someone isn’t nearly as perfect as their smile is.

The other night we sat outside and talked for 2 1/2 hours about everything. She told me about her past relationships and about her family and her home life in Minnesota. I told her about Dana and about my family. And when we finally said goodnight to each other at 4:30 a.m., we both seemed to feel confident in knowing each others secrets; like whenever we saw each other it would be a good thing that we would know more about each than the others who would be surrounding us.

Last night, me and her and other people watched a movie, and most of the time her legs were draped across mine. I tried to make it seem like I didn’t mind. I don’t know if it worked. I didn’t want it to.

I don’t know how obvious I am making my intentions. I want to be her friend. But, I don’t want to try too hard to be her friend.

I told her today that I had a lot of reading to do, and that the dorms wouldn’t be an appropriate place to read -- “How about Dupont Circle?” I asked her. She said sure.

Most of the time we were there we talked instead of read, and when we were done reading about 10 pages each we decided that pizza would be a better idea. We went to California Pizza Kitchen and I ordered a vegetarian and Japanese Eggplant pizza and she ordered a grilled chicken and mozzarella pizza; we both drank water. We were there for about an hour and a half, and we talked about life and what we want to do with our lives, and the whole time I was asking her questions, I kept asking myself, “Am I on a date with a pretty girl?”

We came back and she said she had studying to do. I would have rather spent more time with her.

She is a very studious person -- one of the major drawbacks between us. I am in Washington to have fun first; learn second. She is in Washington for education first; social life second.

When I would rather talk about everything, she “needs” to be studying. While I don’t mind staying up until 5 a.m. “just because,” she adopts the “early to bed, early to rise” way of life.

I just feel bad knowing that all of these feelings I have are probably for the simple fact that I haven’t had physical contact with a girl in about 10 months.

I want a friend, but I want more than a friend. I think I want Laura to be that person.

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