Nothing truly remarkable has happened.
Yet at the same time everything that's happened is in some way, in and of itself, remarkable in its own special way.
Mr. Stripes still hasn't noticed me.
Not the way I want him to notice me.
Its truly disappointing.
Our resident Gossip Girl isn't offering much help in that area.
My Biology Buddy pointed out a seemingly obvious factiod.
I mean... like I noticed it...
I just thought I was taking things out of context and being delusional.
So he is paying special attention to me.
Its flattering yet at the same time rather odd...
I now have something to look forward to on B-days.
So...
As I sit here in the library, bored beyond belief I realize:
I'm a sheltered scared little bitch that can't ever do anything for himself.
I mean come on!
Luke was right there
And all I could do was blush and giggle like a little school girl.
He was all alone.
I could have just gone up to him and said "Hi"
But no.
Your resident Slunt is too much of a closted little bitch to do anything that spontaneous.
I disappoint myself so much...
