Intelligentsia

Is a word, despite anything my Microsoft Word may think, it is a word. The aforementioned word is also, the topic of my blog today. Ah, how going to Kings is always such a lovely experience. I’ve mentioned it all before of course. The ostentatious driveway, (where we all fell over) the massive sandstone Mercy Square version, the lovely library, the lovely men. Well, guys really, but they certainly do look (an act) like men. The lovely dining hall is also nice, where I was going to drink milk for the sake of two dollars.

Remember how I was discussing whether or not, I wanted an intelligent person to be with? Well yeah, I think Kings guy is it. I’ll simply call him KG for short because I feel as though, after that whole AA debacle, I’m in fear of divulging anything anymore. However despite whatever attraction (which is abundant, may I add) that I have for him, I only want to be his friend. To coin a phrase I acquired from my cousin Angie, I’m on a man-diet. Just limiting my contact etc. And all pushiness, or whatever, I only seek to be friend’s now. If he wants something more, that’s all for the better, but I sincerely doubt it. I’m focusing on bettering myself actually and getting my life back on track, I don’t mean to become self-absorbed but I think I need of some form of detox.

Okay, now onto gushing about my day and how excellent it was. In terms of the matter and content, the information was the same, but it was still wonderful to review it all, and it got me all scared again. Brilliant. However, I in fact wish to discuss the intelligentsia that I surround myself with. I think it’s very good to be involved with other crowds of people of equal or higher intelligence than oneself. It’s very humbling and also you acquire so much knowledge from these people - it’s like the internet, this collective free sharing of knowledge and material. I love it. KG is a part of this intelligentsia. I didn’t expect to see him today, I didn’t wish to get my hopes up because... actually I just didn’t want to get my hopes up whilst on this man-diet. We saw an open classroom because McAuley was the most punctual school there, and so we entered it. We hadn’t seen anyone yet so we just stayed there. However as we were discussing Vogue (well Greta, Libby and Stef mainly) magazine (I was reading Shakespeare at the time), there he goes just walking passed. And we’re all like, “Was that (insert his name here)?”

So there I go sauntering over to the edge of the door. Anyway, Sarah was a little late so Stef (or was it Elisha?) and I volunteered to go and fetch her (I volunteered first because I knew he was standing in the hallway and of course I love to help a friend in need). There he was with speech cards in his hands, looking slightly nervous (it was quite cute). Then I thought to myself, is he debating? In fact, he was. He was debating the very topic in which we defeated him in. He was debating it with Tara, and for all the ironies in the world, he won. Although there was some eye contact during the time he was sitting, it was blissful. I was so glad that well decided to seat ourselves towards the front of the auditorium. There I sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM when he was speaking and I was like “Yessssss.” Of course I listened in rapt attention, drinking it all in, hanging on his every word and yet thinking constantly in the back of my mind, he is so sexy. LOL I remember that we were having a debate on if we think he's sexy or not. LOL My opinion was a minority of course but, there was a consensus that he was good-looking. Stef said that she would think that he was sexy if he wasn't so politically oriented and if he wasn't so smug, I think it works for him. But whatever. Hot or not?

Well, he was in my opinion. When he finished speaking, he was so smug and smirking at the congregation that I thought it was quite funny, how up himself he seems to be. He has this constant smirk plastered on his face, that I think is quite appealing. Because to some extent I think he knows exactly how good he is. He exudes this ultimate confidence, which I think is incredibly hot. However, my fellow debaters found his political orientations and his smug disposition quite the turn off; instead I am quite enthralled by him. He is such an intriguing character. I guess, I was so attracted, shall we say, because he was so fanon Draco Malfoy-esque. Seriously, he is so much like fanon Draco it’s uncanny and quite frightening. Wealthy, boarding school, smirk plastered across his features, oh yeah. He’s like this pimp though, surrounded within the company of Tara girls, all the time. He seems like quite the womanizer, and because I have such feminist sympathies, I am supposed to hate that kind of thing, and yet instead, I am intrigued by it.
But when I actually spoke to him, it was like. Sigh. Collapse. I joined the conversation, and he spots me immediately and like a perfect gentleman, he’s just like, “Hi I’m (insert his name here),” “Hi I’m Dana” was my surprisingly confident reply. So we were talking and everything, and despite his cockiness, he was extremely polite and complimentary. He kept saying how excellent I was, and I was just standing there dying on my own cloud of happiness. I had also forgotten how deep his voice was. Then of course, as we left he said, “It was very nice meeting you” to us, and gah!! I want to glomp him, yet I won’t in fear of ruining his pristine and no doubt high quality, immaculate uniform. OMG. Did I mention, how the senior blazer (and the senior uniform in general) had just completely exemplified his hotness? GAWD. But yeah, he’s also like in this cadet thing, God knows what, but I want to see him uniform. I swear the Kings guys, them and their uniform, I swear. They walk with their pants actually worn properly, with the correct use of a belt. And I mean using the belt to keep it on their hips and not slung around their mid-thighs or ass, or something. And their shirt sleeves are all rolled up with their bag slung over their shoulders with shiny shoes and ahhh.

And then we returned home. Apparently when walking to Westpoint with Jenny, AA was there with his friends, they walked passed us. I noticed some guys in the uniform but I doubted it was him. I didn’t look. I didn’t care, and when Jenny told me that he was looking at me, I was just like, meh. I don’t care. Honestly, it hasn’t even been a week and I’m very surprised as to how quickly I got over him. It’s been dying down for weeks now, actually and now it’s gone. I felt nothing. I’m thinking, you know, stuff him, he can’t think whatever the hell he wants about me, I don’t care anymore. I’m not ever seeing him again. If he wants to believe that cacophonous myriad of lies that tria and jess seemed to have woven, then so be it. Stuff him. I mean, I won’t deny that he will always be stunningly beautiful as Stef commented, but that’s it.
There’s no emotion attached to my admiration.

I want to be audacious this week.

Sometimes a little audacity is a good thing.

But I had an excellent, excellent day.

Now I must be off to comfort those who had a less than stellar conclusion to their day, and get to the bottom of some bullshit that seems to be circulating.

Until next time –

-deeh xox