... in the worst way
So, here's the hard part. Two guys that I really quite like are going to be at the prom tonight with other girls while I sit at home and stare at the computer screen. I told my sister to say hello to Euro Boy for me, and maybe Loverboy (I said, "I'd tell you to say hi to him, but I doubt he would remember who I am"). She gave me a look like I was absolutely insane... and she's probably right. Honestly, what girl in her right mind would find herself infatuated with one of her little sister's friends, or completely smitten with a guy who wouldn't give her the time of day except for she sits next to him in one class? Why do I keep setting myself up for failure like this? I ask you, do I even have a remote chance with either of these guys? NO. And I'd like to hear you argue otherwise, just for the sake of my own personal amusement. Trust me, it would be completely illogical to say that I had a chance with either of them. And yet here I am, making up stupid fantasies about having a date to prom or some other shit, while they're both out and not giving me a single thought. Great. I'm real smart, aren't I?
And to add to all this, some guy I barely even know who sits next to me in Myth just asked me on a date today. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HIS NAME IS. I told him that I had plans with friends. Which I do.
I got rejected from Rutgers today. I've finally suceeded in doing exactly what my parents said I would do: prove that my acting isn't worth shit and get backed into a corner, forcing myself to attend the only bloody school that would accept me. Which means that whether I like it or not, I'm going to George Mason. There are no longer any questions or choices, I have to go even if I decide that I hate it there when I visit on Monday.
I'm going to go see 2400 Abs again tomorrow. Have decided that I need to go to Greece.
And to add to all this, some guy I barely even know who sits next to me in Myth just asked me on a date today. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HIS NAME IS. I told him that I had plans with friends. Which I do.
I got rejected from Rutgers today. I've finally suceeded in doing exactly what my parents said I would do: prove that my acting isn't worth shit and get backed into a corner, forcing myself to attend the only bloody school that would accept me. Which means that whether I like it or not, I'm going to George Mason. There are no longer any questions or choices, I have to go even if I decide that I hate it there when I visit on Monday.
I'm going to go see 2400 Abs again tomorrow. Have decided that I need to go to Greece.