At lunch, I went into the break room to clock out and she was in there with her book and headphones again. She only had yogurt. I asked if she was only having that for lunch. She said she already had something else. I said I was going to Subway and could bring her back something if she gave me money (just because she would decline if only for the reason of not wanting me to buy her anything) and she said she's fine. When I came back, she was still there and I sat on the other side of the table, though not right across from her. I ate and read some more on my A+ Certification book for once, since Randy gave it back. I get the feeling she likes talking to me, but not enough to go out of her way and just waits for me to come talk to her if I want to. Well, I'm not going to have a Jason-following-girl-around-like-a-puppy-dog thing again.

For my last break, I went in there and there she was again, reading and listening to music. I decided not to bug her this time and sat at the other table behind her and looked through the newspaper. After a while, she took her headphones off and looked around to see who all was in the break room. She saw me and asked why I was sitting way over there. I shrugged and said she was reading, so I didn't want to interrupt. She said she doesn't mind. She confirmed that I'd be bringing her home and I said I still was. She said she'd see me after work, then, because she had to go back to work.

When I was almost done with work, I saw her walking outside to go home. She said she got off early, so maybe next time. I said, "So you're not going to wait?" She said she didn't want to, so her brother was just going to come get her. I said I was almost done and she asked when I got off. I said I did when I finished the carts and I only had like 20 more. She said she'd wait, then. Ugh, I feel stupid for making such a big deal about it. I mean, whoo-hoo! I'm taking her home! But it's not a help, it's making her wait. All I want is a friend to actually do things with besides Randy. I mean, Randy's fine, but there's only so much you can do with him. I certainly don't act the same around him as I do around girls. I'm not as funny. I just get along with girls better. I can have more fun. I'm not going to say some slick remark about his hair at just the right time, for nothing more than to get a smile, because that's just wrong. Lol, I'm sure you could understand without me going into all that, but I'm weird like that. Anyway, I took her home and she actually lives pretty close. She agreed to have me take her home whenever we both get off at the same time. She said that she just has a thing with approaching people. She always has. She doesn't like making first moves. She doesn't like saying the first thing. Well, at least I know it's not me. Outside her apartment, where her brother stays for the time being, we got talking about funny movies and I said she had to see "Oscar" (see, Kelli! You got me hooked!) and she said I had to see "Cannibal! The Musical". She was going to go inside and let me borrow it, but I said I'd rather see it with her, and then I could show her "Oscar". She was like, "Right now?" and I could tell she didn't want to. I said, "No, just sometime." She said her brother is protective and she doesn't know if she'd want me to come over because she wouldn't want to have to deal with him. I said she could come to my house and she was really indecisive about it. She said she'd get back to me on that. Since she let me borrow one of her Radiohead CDs, I let her borrow They Might Be Giants' first album, which is self-titled. She finally said for me to just come in and hang out a little since her brother wasn't there. She checked her email and stuff, and listened a little to the CD and said it sounded like wannabe Weird Al stuff and that she probably won't like it. Along with "Cannibal! The Musical", she insisted that I borrow "Akira" and a book by Michael Moore called "Dude, Where's My Country?". I've started reading it and it's very interesting. Then she wanted to go to bed so I said I'd see her on Friday and went home.

My license plates still haven't arrived. What part of "4 to 6 weeks" (meaning 28 days at the very shortest, and 42 days at the very longest, meaning it has the biggest percent of a chance of arriving in 35 days, then either 34 or 36, etc. with either 28 and 42 days being the least likely time it would take to get there while still being within the limits) do they not understand? Oh well, they suck. I hope I get them soon.