My eyes feel like they're gonna fall off. They feel SO tired yet I don't want to sleep at all.

So, I'm in my Comparitive Literature class, and we're learning about this French playright-Moliere. It all reminds me of English Class and the days learning about Romeo & Juliet, Hamlet & Macbeth with all the "tragedy" and "dramatic irony". Funny that today of all days, I happened to have my own little scene of dramatic irony. That's what it felt like - a scene in the grand movie of my life. I knew I would befriend her -I just didn't expect in class, and I didn't expect her to approach me. Who knew the odds would work out like this? i ALSO didn't know she would recognize me. I wonder if this will work out to my favor. Can i actually befriend the friend of a girl who might literally hate my guts? I purposely sat beside her this morning, but a seat away. I'm always unsure of myself. i would've sat beside her last class, but i didn't see her. Maybe she slept in.
As if fate had determined it to happen, my seat had no mini-writing table, and I asked to sit in the seat beside her. Of course, she let me, and as if I didn't recognize her from the Express Store @ Mary Keyes, the girl I complimented about her shoes, the girl I approached to ask about FMSA - as if I didn't know that she was the good friend of my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend, she asked me - "Do you go to Bates?". Of course I replied surprisingly, "Yea, why? =)". "Do you have a boyfriend named IJ?". "Ya..how do you know IJ? (as if i didn't know). "He's my friend's ex-boyfriend. Hazel." "Oh! You're friends with Hazel? (the one who hates me?)" "Yea!" "Omg, what a small world =P" (not THAT small. i wonder if she knew all along too.) Talk about dramatic irony. Little did she know, I knew so much from seeing her at Mac. It's bad to go out with someone, if they didn't know that you knew about them before you actually met - that you "fake met" them. that you "planned" to meet them. So is it bad to befriend someone you knew about before you met them? Is it bad that your former purpose for wanting to be friends with them, was to undermine your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend and prove that your not a bitch? hmmmmm..... sometimes i wonder if serendipity is real - an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident. She happened to be in my Comparitive Literature class. Interesting.