Traces of angst, perhaps?

And once again it gets to the point where I have NOTHING to say at the worst (best?) of times. And I thought I was such an interesting person.
Amelia has confessed a good ol’ fashioned crush on me, and the feelings are being returned, and I’m trying to work it into some sort of relationship. I’m sure she is too. Yet it’s those moments where we pass each other in the hall, or actually find ourselves sitting somewhere together that I have nothing really interesting to say. But I guess the only solution is just to think of something, eh?! It’s time to generate some topics of discussion so I appear as an intriguing person OFFLINE…
But still… 3 times during the day where we find ourselves open to great discussion and I find myself straying off and trying to “save face” by going off and chatting with other people. Gah, I’m sure you understand my dilemma.
But for whatever reason, something I did at lunch was entitled “cute,” so I can’t be totally screwing up my chances at gooood comuuuunicaaaation. Wah, I’m starting to feel bad about myself. I shouldn’t do that.