3 Minutes in Heaven

OMG!!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!! I have to write this all down before the sweet memory of it disappears. Today i talked to Art Boy!!!!

Now time for the back story:

My school has been having problems with elevators. If they aren't down for maintenance, someone is getting stuck in them, caught in between them, or waiting long periods of time for them.

In the Humanities Building(where all my English class are held) there is only 2 elevators for this tall 4 story building. 4 stories doesn't seem tall, but the ceilings must be high on each floor because this building is huge. Of course of the 2 elevators only 1 has been working for the past 5 weeks.

There would be lines of people waiting to crowd this small elevator, so needless to say i have been taking the stairs for a while. I also almost got crushed in between an elevator door which decided not to stop closing as i walked in. Luckily hot professor from last semester (who i ran into) pushed his handsome man hands in between the doors just before I got caught. We chuckled briefly and then rode the rest of the elevator in silence.

But the worst place for elevators is the library. We are always waiting for the damn thing to come to whatever floor we are on, and then it makes these weirds noises once we are on it. The person who constructed our library was a real asshole because he built it underground. It's a 6 story building, going from the Main floor all the way down to the 1st floor. It's kind of creepy because there aren't any windows (unless you want a view of dirt), and our only way out is by the elevator or the stairs.

It's no fun having to drag a cart full of books into old elevators and it also isn't cool being stuck in them with more than 5 people. Lately i have been getting the elevator riders who can't seem to hold their body gas, and in a small space the smell is always suffocating.

It's like a hit and run accident, the two of us stand there and then a strong pungent smell hits my noise, i know i didn't do it so i look to the person who is know avoiding my gaze, who laid the funky smell. Of course i am usually the last one out of the elevator so i get the full force of funk. It's pretty disgusting

After a day of elevator trouble and farting riders, i was not looking forward to having to go to the fourth floor and shelve more books. As i headed to the elevator i turned on my Ipod, swung the cart around, and ran smack into Art Boy. This is no exaggeration, I came within inches of running over his toes. He was looking amazing in just a t-shirt, jeans, and a goofy red hat. I almost fainted.

I know, i know...i gave up on Art Boy a long time ago, but i still like his face, and i still get the weird butterfly feelings when i see him. And in that moment where my cart almost ran over him, and i looked up in sorrow and embarrassment, my heart started racing like a school girl. After regaining my composure, i pressed the up button for the elevator (which of all days decided to work) and we headed in.

I some how managed to ask him to press button 4 for me and then stood there awkwardly next to art boy as a miliion thoughts were running through my head:

Jesus mother fucking Saint Paul. ART BOY. Okay act natural, NATURAL. Maybe i should cross my feet and lean against the cart. Shit that isn't natural. I hope i smell good, this elevator is so small...Cucumber Melon is a good smell, and i wahsed with a lot of that stuff this morning. everybody smells like cucumber melon, damn i need a new smell. Where is my Cover Girl lip gloss. It makes my lips so shiny, and i need it right now.

While i was in my own head, i didn't notice that Art Boy was staring in my direction. I assumed I had a cowlick or something, so i brushed my hair with my hands.

Art Boy: Hey you were in the Film club Right?

Me: [Holy Sh--] Oh yeah i was in that club for a while. Whatever happend to it?

Art Boy: [looks down pretty embarassed] I got really busy and i just couldn't get the meetings together...Sorry about that

Me: Not that's alright, it was a fun club while it lasted

Of course the now functioning elevator choose not to get stuck today, or cause any problems that would prolong this moment where me and ART Boy are finally having a conversation. Of course he isn't proclaiming his love or making out with me...but he remembers ME. ME. ME. ME. And he is choosing to take this moment to talk to me.

As soon as i utter the last words the elevator doors open, and without hesistation i (for the first time) am the first one to get off. As soon as i get off the elevator i run to the bathroom and do the happy dance. God, how old i am?

I know it was the shortest conversation in the whole entire world (due to the mother f*cking elevator) but i talked to him. I TALKED TO ART BOY. And i didn't stumble for words, i made eye contact, and i FLIPPING TALKED TO ART BOY!!!!

This has not renewed my crush on Art Boy, but...i don't know. It makes me want to go out there and start talking to people, and not be so afraid. And it makes me want to kind of make out with art boy too, but that's beside that point.

His face made my day. Time to get a cookie.