I know you're thinking...
About the things I could do to you
I know you're dreaming
What you'd do to me
I've seen the best of them come and go
There's not a man out there
Who's man enough for me
- Sunny, "I Know You Want Me"
That's my new favourite song. Expect me to quote it without end over the next few entries. It's so cool. Love Sunny.
So yeah. On Tuesday, I had the best hour and twenty minutes of my life. D-l must've talked to me at least 10 times, about various things and just teasing me. He's such a tease. I can't believe he talked to me... all I could do was grin and give him half-assed replies. *sigh* When he'd talk to me, he'd look me STRAIGHT in the eye. *dies* I'd look into his eyes for like three seconds, focus on my desk, then look again. HAHA! I suck! Not literally, though, unless it's him.
Yucky. ;)
"I didn't screw Brock Lesnar - BROCK LESNAR screwed Brock Lesnar!" - Stephie babes
I wish Brock Lesnar would screw Brock Lesnar. And videotape it, that'd rock.
I read a disturbing piece of fanfiction where Chris Jericho watched as Randy Orton and John Cena wrestled, and I read one where Brockie tied up Jeff Hardy in bondage gear.
MAN, I should not read this stuff. I had a dream last night that the guy from Murder By Numbers - you know, the geeky guy who I find indescribably attractive in some way - saved me from some psycho killer. The killer wanted to slice me with a pizza cutter, and caught me on the back, but not before the guy saved me. Apparently he and I were an item. *shrug*
Aah, D-l talked to me. I'm slowly floating down from Cloud Nine. What's odd is that after Tuesday, that's it. He just stopped talking to me cold turkey, just like before. But it just made me completely re-think everything I had thought before - how he knew I liked him, was shy, and all of that. I think he's just cool, and didn't talk to me because I'm quiet myself.
But he looked at me. STRAIGHT AT ME. You don't realize what a revelation this is.
So I finished both of the exams I missed while I was sick, and I'm caught up. I FEEL SO FREE. Plus D-l talked to me, I get to workout tomorrow for the first time in three weeks, and yeah! *boogies* Woooooo!
If you'll remember my New Year's Resolutions, you'll know that my resolutions were to lose 10 pounds, learn to play the drums, and learn to cook an omelette.
Well, I've lost 12 pounds and am taking drum lessons, and my omelettes are a bit more than mediocre! Whee-hoo!
Seriously, though, I'm proud of myself. I've killed myself on the treadmill for those 12 pounds, and I'm going to continue to until I have a muscular body and no freaking belly. Hate the belly.
Mwah.