Seemingly fitting lyrics for this entry, which I will spend blabbering on and on about D-l and life in general.

D-l sits right behind me in second block class. Seating plan. I feel so vulnerable, 'cause he could look at me and size me up so easily, and I wouldn't dare turn around. He knows I like him. No doubt. During class he takes the time to stand RIGHT beside my desk to talk to his friend, who is right in front of me.

Anyways, there are a few possiblities pertaining to his behaviour. (Don't I sound smart?) He could like me, and be trying to tease me and make me jealous. He could Not like me and be trying to ignore me. He could be trying to feel me out (if only literally... *drool*) and see if I'm friend-material/be looking for an oppurtune time to talk to me, or he could have no clue that I like him or even exist. But that's crazy, everyone knows I exist. I'm the really tall, bulky, muscular girl with the crazy hair that blushes whenever she puts up her hand. What can I say? It's an awkward phase.

Anyway, he knows me. This funny guy who's only known me for under a month can rattle off my name easily. Ooh, commercial's done. *runs off to watch Osbournes*

Whoo, commercial break. Anyway, he's on the football team. The thought of him playing football is so hot. Ugh! Public showers, dammit! *salivates* Bwaha, anyway, we haven't shared anything even remotely close to conversation. Well, once my friend said something, and I was like, 'whatever,' and then he heard and said whatever, too. So that was good. I'm wearing my sessy sweater tomorrow. Good times.

I was trying to sleep the other night, I had a cold mask on my eyes and I was listening to Norah Jones. When I took the mask and the CD off and turned off the light, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of verses for a poem. Two of them were coherent, so I wrote them down, then when I woke up and read it, it wasn't half bad. I was feeling poetic at the time, I s'pose.

He knows I like him. I can't help but look at him. Maybe he wants to make me jealous. Maybe I'd like to grope him, maybe I'd like to lose 10 pounds, it's all 'maybe's! *sigh* He's sexy.

I love him. When I get the yearbook at the end of the year, I'll waste no time in scanning his picture for all to drool over or critique. Ooh, it's back on. *scurries*

That was a good episode. Isn't it unfair how the people in the States got it, like, back in March but I'm just getting to watch it now? I loved Kelly Osbourne without watching the show even once. Heh.

Anyway, I'm a bit disgruntled with life and school. I want to get a job, I want to be loud and raucious and outgoing, but I need to work on it. Blerg, I say!

"Evil, evil, fucking evil!" - Ozzy Osbourne

then + now