If I kiss you where it's sore will you feel anything at all?

Ok, confession time.

If I don’t get this off my chest, I think that bad things will happen.

…

{why does this always happen to me?}

Ok, over the course of the past few weeks, I’ve been hanging out with this kid in the play, aaannnndddd…. I may have a lil bit of a crush on him.

Did I mention he’s in 8th grade?

Yeah, pretty sure that’s illegal.

It makes me sad.

And the other thing that makes me even sadder is that the play is over and I won’t get to see him much. Which is probably a good thing. A really good thing.

Wow, this is pathetic. Hard. Core. Pathetic.

We had the anti cast party last night. It was crazy fun. We went to Denny’s and then ran around wal-mart for a while, then drove Chris home and everyone else home and I got home around 3 in the morning. It made me sad that we had to end it so early, but, again, it was probably a good thing.

Tears. On the inside.

I really need to do something to help get my mind of my pathetic behaivior.

Sent Ryan some cologne in the mail. I hope it makes it to him. And I hope it makes it to him in one piece. His birthday is today, and the thing should get to him on… Tuesday? Something like that. I hope he likes it.

Gonna go be obsessive about Myspace/Clean/Write papers.

Tout mon amour.

La gamine