Boys!
Argh! Wish I didn't feel that/this way about a certain one. Argh again!
On one hand, I thought I was genuinely incapable of going ga-ga ever again so at least now I have proof of the opposite being true. Aside from being stoopid and shy and all nerdy when we're together, it's kind of fun to flirt. But then I'm generally stoopid and shy and nerdy so I can't fault this scenario. Though when I blushed a mad shade of beet today, I knew this display of geekdom was hitting a long unhit level.
With the other hand, I must smack myself for falling for this one. I mean *really*. Do I need to have it in for myself in such a manner? It *can't* happen, it *won't* happen, it *shouldn't* happen, I'll *die* if anything were to ever possibly think of happening, but dang if I can't go three minutes without visions of his purty lil head dancing through mine.
And the worst part is that what sealed the supercrush for me was our convos about faith - the one needful thing lacking in the others is the central point of his life. He loves Christ and lives it.
In other news, my dear sweet fellow misanthrope N finally responded to my message today. He won't be coming back to school (stoopid graduating) but at least we can go have a drink and yak about the good old days of yore. I'm so happy! Giddy, even. And it has nothing to do with him. I'm totally serious. Really.
Head, meet wall. Repeat until this is out of the system.
Glink. Merp. Zoinks. Halp. Halp. Oh halp.
sidewalk streetcar dance a goofy dance
On one hand, I thought I was genuinely incapable of going ga-ga ever again so at least now I have proof of the opposite being true. Aside from being stoopid and shy and all nerdy when we're together, it's kind of fun to flirt. But then I'm generally stoopid and shy and nerdy so I can't fault this scenario. Though when I blushed a mad shade of beet today, I knew this display of geekdom was hitting a long unhit level.
With the other hand, I must smack myself for falling for this one. I mean *really*. Do I need to have it in for myself in such a manner? It *can't* happen, it *won't* happen, it *shouldn't* happen, I'll *die* if anything were to ever possibly think of happening, but dang if I can't go three minutes without visions of his purty lil head dancing through mine.
And the worst part is that what sealed the supercrush for me was our convos about faith - the one needful thing lacking in the others is the central point of his life. He loves Christ and lives it.
In other news, my dear sweet fellow misanthrope N finally responded to my message today. He won't be coming back to school (stoopid graduating) but at least we can go have a drink and yak about the good old days of yore. I'm so happy! Giddy, even. And it has nothing to do with him. I'm totally serious. Really.
Head, meet wall. Repeat until this is out of the system.
Glink. Merp. Zoinks. Halp. Halp. Oh halp.
sidewalk streetcar dance a goofy dance
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