This Russian is a fucking ninja.
In class today we kind of glanced at each other, or he was looking moodily in my general direction and caught me staring at him, I don't really know though I sincerely and desperately hope it was the former. I had made up my mind to say something to him after class today, or at least weakly mentally attempt to do so, but I had an impessive and overpowering urge to go to the bathroom, thus silencing my desire. When I emereged I had irrevocably lost him.
The Russian dresses in a pointedly colorful manner, and is easily spotted admist a crowd especially by such a vigilant observer as myself, which leads me to the point that he is a ninja. He is never on campus, or he blends into the surroundings like a skilfull chameleon. I have only seen him three times in three months outside of class, and twice was in a two-hour period in a single day - once in the library tinkering with our first essay for the class (when I unwittingly yet to my extreme pleasure obtained the computer next to him), once in the library again directly after class as we both printed out the Russian novel exerpts (this time we were alarmingly close walking to the library, and right next to each other at the entrance; this was one of the best opportunities I had to say something, anything), and once behind me in line at Wendy's (again, a tantalyzing opportunity). This was when I saw him eat lunch alone, yet talking on his cell phone to someone. I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Probably. Probably a hot, slavic woman with which he has amazing sex.
I imagine he has to leave back to Russia in a few months.
I am so rediculous.