Speaking of local television, my crazy government teacher showed our first period class an episode of Andrew's trivia show today, and geez. I don't know why I'm still surprised, but every time I see him do that, I lean really far forward in my chair and am totally entranced. The other teams are made up of these dorky losers who say things like "I greatly enjoy the lady-folk" when you know they've never kissed a girl. Andrew, however, pounds out answer after answer, startling the proctor, and manages to look... well... hot. I explained this to him today at choir rehearsal, since he was taking the AP Chem test and playing in a tennis match during school, when he wasn't walking on water. He came up behind me while I was watching another choir perform, snaked his arms around my waist, and said into me ear, "Hayley Hoover, I need to know. Are you my girlfriend?"
You know how when you're about to trip and fall on your face, everything moves in slow-mo, and you're very aware of the falling but don't have a chance to catch yourself? Well, that kind of happened in that moment. I had enough time in the spilt second to think, Okay, let's weigh the options. On one hand, he's my close friend, I love talking to him, he's cute, I like when he touches me, and I get jealous when he flirts with other girls. On the other hand, I'm in love with my ex-boyfriend, he made that comment about Chipotle, he dances like an idiot, and he doesn't know my psycho depressive side. Well, honestly, The Ex-boyfriend didn't know my crazy depressive side when we first met, and he handled it pretty well most of the time. Other girls seem to think his idiotic dancing is attractive, and I'm never going to go to another school dance with him. There's no real harm in spending a summer with a friend you sometimes kiss. And so I turned around, faced him, and said loudly and obnoxiously (for his benefit):
"Yes. I'm your girlfriend."
So there you have it.
In regards to some of yesterday's comments: Yes, Kallie, that was me on MuggleCast a couple years ago. It was the highlight of my young life. Becka, you deserve a shout-out; I'm sorry you've been left out before! A, thank you so much for everything you said. It made me smile. Leah, I love you, and I hope everything worked out okay this evening.
Chipotle burritos this year: 18
Days left of high school: 9
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3
P.S. I didn't get that solo. I'm a little bummed, because a) my director adores me and made a big deal about my not auditioning for an entire song, so I really thought she'd be happy I auditioned, b) there would be less risk giving it to a girl, as it's easier for female voices, c) she usually gives solos to seniors over underclassmen, and the soloist is a junior, and d) the soloist auditioned on a whim, which she hates, when the rest of the choir requested that I sing it in all our rehearsals. But I'm okay. The guy who got it is a friend of mine, and I'm genuinely happy for him. Just a little disappointed.