Now I should be working on Calculus. But I feel like I should give up on all of it because it's a free-response test and I suck so hard on those tests because numbers are satanic and have no right to be longer than two digits. Bum Bum Bum.
Okay, remember when I wrote about that kid who asked me to coffee like three posts ago or something? Yeah, well he's really nice to me. And it's really getting to me because I find him attractive when he's not being mean and that could end up horribly for me. Because he dates, and I don't date, and he's going to college on the east coast at some Ivy League to become an emergency room surgeon, and I'm staying in Folsom because I got rejected from my UCs to become God knows what, and school ends in like a month so him getting all close to me will probably hurt in some way. And I'm not experienced in handling hurt from like...a boy because they really play no part in my life. But according to the movies, I will cry for days even if I'm dating him for like a week and I'll get fat and I'll have my soul ripped from my lifeless body because I can't stand the pain. But then again, I'm a man who don't need no man and doesn't care for a man. So this can go two different ways.
But eh. I suppose it doesn't matter. He saw me in a skirt Friday. And my fat was clearly bulging from my shirt. And my hair looked all nasty and sweaty. And my face was just nasty. And he looked all spiffy at the table across the room from where he could clearly see me. So maybe it turned him off. Wee.
He texted me yesterday afternoon though, so maybe he still wants to be friends with a ugly. Wee.
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