If you were interested in girls would you go on a date with me? Or would you not because were too good of chums for that? Aside from that, I would definitely have to even think about it, despite my feelings. I wouldn't want to sabotage anything. But I suppose it doesn't matter anyway.
Oh yeah, and one more thing: right out of college suitors will flock to you like bees to honey. Trust me, it's gonna happen. =) If they don't appreciate how absurdly beautiful and wonderful and PERFECT you are, since I am far too weak to inflict harm upon them, I'll hire a jacked guy to beat the shit out of them. Or I'll just kick them in the balls myself! With steel toed boots on!
In any case, why am I so damn fatigued now? I went to bed at like 11 last night and woke up at like 8:45. Hmmm, well maybe I'm still drained from the weekend. That would make sense.
But I quite honestly AM at peace right now...HAPPY. I was having hot flashes like no other in Brit Lit, but that classroom is like a prison cell. Crowded, overly heated, like a fucking lion's cage.
Anyway, I'm starting a new short story. Yeah, it's a detractor from my book/poetry but it's okay. It's totally worthwhile. Must do it now so it's as passionate as it can humanely be.
Title..."Youth and Folly"
I'll put it up when I'm done.
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