supergoddess

This diary is my kief,hashish,&opium pip
2005-11-17 04:03:38 (UTC)

Zac?

Zac is a sophmore on my bus.

He makes me laugh.

I like him a lot.

I talked to him all tonight basically.

And apparently he likes me a lot too.

He said he likes me more and more every day.

He's witty, adorable, and I just have this huge crush on
him.

Soyeah.

I'm not sure whats going to happen with us right now,
hopefully he'll ask me out, but we'll see.

There's hope.

So he better ask me out soon damnit.

We never stop talking. We talk about pointless, random
things. No matter how stupid the topic is, we always keep
up conversation without trying.

My biggest fear is never knowing what to say and I don't
have that around him, which is an incredible improvement
for me. No awkwardness whatsoever.

I wouldn't mind shoving my tounge down his throat either.

Which would mean now it's time to address my extreme
kissing phobia.

Making out seems nice, right, yay? But in the 9th grade
when you're thinking of making out with a sopohmore who is
obviously more experienced than your sad little self, it's
sortof an even bigger deal.





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