Man, not only is it the first time I've crushed on a guy who's around my age, but it's probably the first time I've crushed on a blond guy... Excluding dirty blond, though.
For now, though, I'm gonna wait veeery patiently until I get to see him on TV.
Isn't it nice to have a team that's so photogenic?
Now that I think about it, I think my OCs and my imagination/internal monologue are the closest I've had when it comes to friends this Whole Time.
I wonder if I'll ever get the "oh my god there is A Guy in my room" feeling. Assuming I end up having a boyfriend in the first place.
I still maintain that purgatory is a blurry 1950s department store that's decorated for Christmas and awash in sepia-tone.
When I'm able to have coffee without any ramifications, it is Over for executive dysfunction.
Someone Needs to invent an insulated material that Isn't Styrofoam.
In case I forget: I listened through The Fame by Lady Gaga for the first time and started crying near the end. Is it because
Well, today was kinda rough, so...
The fact that Europe seems really small compared to the US west coast, and you can cross through several countries in the span of hours Boggles the mind of this Southern Californian ex-pat.
Things that I (actually, sincerely, genuinely) want for Christmas:
It's time to face the truth: the things people make and eat for Thanksgiving Dinner is impossibly dry and Very White.
I strive to have the confidence and sheer lack of shame of a middle school weeb.
Whatever I do end up getting for Christmas this year, I just hope more packages get here by then, unlike last year.
I know opposites attract or whatever, but it's crazy to me how the two guys I've fallen for are just so goddamn chatty.
Seriously, imagine if I began reading Jane Austen in high school, and I had the guts to bring it up to whatever English teacher.