I sort of have a boyfriendishthingalmost. Did you know that? Of course you didn't know that, because I've never told you. I've never told you, because I'm still training myself to say it. We've been playing the whole run-around-in-circles,-everyone-sees-it-but-us,-let's-give-'em-something-to-talk-about emotional schmorgusboard for, like... six years. And now high school is nearly over, and it's about time that the inevitable couple go for it.
Anyway, he's tall-- somewhere between six foot and 6'2"-- and, yeah, he's cute. An obvious fact that I somehow didn't notice until this year, when every single freshman and sophomore girl suddenly started desperately flirting with him. He's also (Ready for this?) valedictorian, Most Spirited, the leading non-singing male of every play, on the tennis team, taking the most intimidating schedule of classes I could ever imagine, on a statewide high school version of Jeopardy, my family is borderline obsessed with him, and, oh yeah, he's in love with me. It's really all my decision. Leave any thoughts on the matter in the comments. And, um... we'll see? *facepalm*
Sexy: Lying in the grass on a sunny day.
Unsexy: This, although it is HILARIOUS. Turn it off before four minutes, though!! Truly terrifying and disgusting. How does stuff like this exist?!
Chipotle burritos this year: 13
Days left of high school: 20
Bye, guys! See you tomorrow. <3