It's been a while...
Okay, it hasn't been that long, but it HAS been more than two-three days, which is how often I'm supposed to post (the saturday story posts don't count...). So here's an update on me :)
First of all, I really like this guy at my new school. Let's call him Billy. No there's already a Billy there...Let's call him Bob instead. Anyways, I really really really really really REALLY you-get-the-point-really-really like him, I have the the GREAT urge to share this like--with the world. So please excuse my gushing. But I really like him. And I hope he never reads this blog so he nevers knows how crazy about him I am.
He sits by me in band, tuting a wonderful tune to his alto saxophone that I play too. His black hair is the most beautiful in the school--and I must admit--his hair (and him...) is as sexy as he declared to the band class a while back. Though I'm not jealous of him. I'm jealous of every girl who has the courage to admire and examine it.
I love how he treats everyone--including me. He teases everyone else, a certain laugh in his deep brown eyes that I love seeing, but he treats me with the gentlest motions, expressions, and words. It's makes me feel like I'm staring straight into his soul when he tears down his defenses and treats me this way.
YES! See, this is what I love about critical thinking, especially during blogging. Though it's just an idea, he could be nervous around me and like me too. He's always flipping his hair in my direction as if to catch a few last glances at me before we start a song or pack up to leave, though I never meet his eyes. I'm slow. If he tries to catch my eyes I don't realize it until he's looked away. Though I'm always aware of everything else he does. That I've trained myself to do. Also, he never outright stares like every other guy. Who knows.
Another supporting factor of the nervousness is that even though he teases everyone else, he has a real hard time teasing me. Even Roland, who he has a hard time teasing, is easier for him. I think it's because I'm so quiet or something or he doesn't know much about me, but whatever.
And I think I can openly say I'm in love with him. I get breathless at the mere thought of his name, (not Bob, I assure you...) which means I must be breathless 24/7 because he's always on my mind. I only hope he likes me back, which I doubt with my modesty and low self-esteme, but I'll keep you all updated.
For those of you who were bored with that post, I'm sorry, but he is now all I have to talk about minus the painful migranes from the painfully boring school I go to. (I'm obviously very lucky to have him) Deal with it.
Over-&-Out
C
P.S. I need to get writing again. Post anything you think would make for an interesting twist in the comments if you'd like. You don't have to know anything about my current story, so just have fun!
