Uhg.
I've thought a lot lately. Shitty thoughts, too.
"OMG DID CALEB JUST NOTICE ME?"
"OMG IS HE GAY?"
"OMG..."
etc.
God I hate my brain.
Then, I have a goddamn teacher crush. YAY. Mr. Thaxton. Hoooollllllyyyy ssshhhhiiiittttt. He's a math major (plus), chronic procrastinator (plus), and a few other things. Plus, he's like fucking 23 and hoooot. Well, cute at least. Quirky. So I am major teacher-crushing on him, and I don't even have him. But we talk in Starbucks pretty much every day. Haha. He gave me his college Linear Algebra textbook (he said I could do it, it would prepare me for Calc, and that I'd probably enjoy it). We fucking click.
So I hate my brain.
Oh yeah, Corey Erb. He's just this random guy who is at Starbucks all the goddamn time. 20. This motherfucker is hot and he knows it. He saw me looking at him today. Awwwkward. Haha.
Anyway, off to BS some homework and projects. Yay, unpreparedness. |
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