Okay here goes, though I should be a bit careful...
Anyways, about March/April of last year, I noticed I had a crush on a girl I go to school with. Not many chances to tell her before the semester ended, and the summer was a wash, as she lives in another state, a few hours away. School starts again, and I'm still too much of a wuss to fess up. Right before New Years, I figure I'll find out what she's up to, to see if we can hang out, as I'll actually be about 90 minutes north of her, rather than 2 hours south. No go, as she's down here with all our friends, while I'm stuck with my family (which is starting to get rather annoying (spending every new years with them, not the people themselves

)) in almost the middle of nothing.
Then this semester begins, and things are looking better. We hung out (with friends) for the Super Bowl, and other things. Heck we even went out (again, with friends) to the Cheesecake Factory this past Sunday night. Monday, I bought her lunch (granted, it's was only $2 for the two of us...). Then on Tuesday I get a great idea, I'll ask her to the department banquet in May! I didn't see her for the rest of the night, so I planned it for Wednesday.
This is where things go bad (for me anyway). During the day, I see her sitting with a friend of ours (granted I
was sitting next to them...), his arm around her, her head on his shoulder. I shrug it off, as this sort of stuff happens around here, without it really meaning much. Well, after the jazz band rehearsal, I see them again in the MIDI lab, where she's now sitting on his lap. Now I'm a little worried. The almost final blow comes just before he and I, and a few other people head over to another building for a concert (****ing awesome concert though). He says "I'll see you later then?" He never says that to anyone. The actual final blow came today, while I was at dinner in the crapeteria with them and friends (yet again) and someone asked her if they were "officially" a couple. She admitted that they had been going out for a total of: two days.
So now, I'm pretty damn angry. Not at them though, because this will be the first time anyone has known about me having a crush on her (and names will not be given, as a certain person at school could find this, and he usually likes telling embarrassing details about me to other people, like during the Super Bowl...). It all comes down to me, having a complete inability to tell someone how I feel about them. This isn't the first time it's come back to kick me in the ass, but it certainly is the first where I've been so torn about it. So there it is. I'm ****ing pissed off at myself for being a complete wuss about things.
That and the batteries in my BT mouse died, and I don't have a spare set handy.
