My crush meter is through the roof. AGAIN.
My crush meter must be malfuctioning because it has been acting up like crazy lately. But seriously. I think the year younger than me thing is good for this one. Considering I love people younger than me far more than I love people older than me in general. And. We have. Goodness. Even though. He's like fifty times cooler than I am. And has five thousand friends that are girls that are five million times thinner and prettier than I am.
But none of them, none of them have my personality. And he should know that. *wags finger*
My personality could tame a rabid squirrel on crack with fire on its tail. My personality could charm the poison snakes of Republika. My personality once killed a man with it's bare hands.
That's no joke.
Seriously. It happened.
My personality doesn't regret it... for the most part.
I have come to realize that I have the potential to be really kind to practically every person on the planet.
But also. I have come to realize that my mind is constantly dwelling on that hideous subject the Frenchies call l'amour.
And it does not do good to dwell on... some quote from Harry Potter.
RAAAH YOU HANDSOME SOPHOMORE I CANNOT NAME FOR FEAR OF SHAMING MYSELF BY BEING SO OPEN ABOUT MY FEELINGS!! I SHAKE MY FIST AT YOU FOR BEING SO HILARIOUS! HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME WANT TO HUG YOU???
How dare you smell so good all the time and do all the things I wish I'd thought of doing? THE RAIN THING? WHAT WAS THAT?
It's a different world, where you come from. Except. Not at all.
Let the flailing ensue.
PS. Is the Sir P. name thing just a coincidence? K, Kay, Caaaayyyy? I do not know. I thought this guy on the bus was secretly someone in disguise today because he had pretty eyes and his arm was far too casual. I am the imagination queen when I like to be.