So I took some advice from koneko81992 and decided to approach The Guy. You mentioned bumping into him in the hallway, so I thought what the hell? Couldn't hurt right? So I see him walking to his class and i figured I'd just go for it. So I started walking in the opposite direction. As he's closing in I start to completely panic (I'm kind of a total wuss). So yeah...
I knocked him over.
Ugh! I'm so embarrassed. And now that I think about it, you probably didn't mean to literally bump into him.
So he's on the floor and I'm standing there like a complete doofus and I sort of just look at him and he picks himself up and glares at me before heading back down the hall.
I should have apologized! What was I thinking?
Is there any way I can fix this? Should I, I don't know, bake him cookies or something? I really need some help here.
Other than that my day was totally normal I suppose. I had one hell of a work out in my toning class. We've made it to four minute wall sits, and let me tell you it is a bitch (pardon my language). But I actually talked to people today, which is something I don't normally do. I'm actually proud of my socializing.
No weird animal business today. I think it has something to do with the fact that I changed shampoos. I thought maybe they just hate the way I smell. Lets see if my theory is correct.
Have any of you guys been in love? Can you tell me if it's usually like this? Does it usually consume your thoughts and slowly drive you mad? I'm a little lost here. This is completely new territory for me.
I also realized that I never told you guys what The Guy wrote on my back. He wrote "Good kisser"
It's a long story. I guess I should probably tell you it so you don't think it's something bad.
We went to the same elementary school all those years ago, back then I was outgoing and a leader. I can't even believe it sometimes. I'm completely different now. Anyway, this was in like kindergarden or something, but he was my boyfriend. We would hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek. Obviously we were like five or six so it meant nothing, but it's kind of funny now that I look back on it. We "broke up" because he got me in trouble. Back then he was chubby and really funny. I kind of miss the old days.
We haven't really talked since. We held a grudge like little kids do, but then summer came and I had to move away (again long story). I didn't think he'd remember me, so you can imagine how please I was to see that. It made me laugh.
This is completely unrelated but I got a paper cut on my finger, so I put it in my mouth to get rid of the blood while I found a band aid, but this was right after I brushed my teeth. A word of advice to all vampires. After you suck someones neck do not chew gum. It's disgusting.