Right On
i've met someone. her name is melissa. here's what i know about her. she works at pep boys, she's full time in school, drives a white 2000 nissan, i think (don't quote me on the make). she works out. doesn't smoke, doesn't do any kind of drugs, doesn't drink much, listens to nothing but industrial music. her favorite band is vnv nation. her second favorite is nine inch nails. she's about 5'3". she's a virgin, has brown hair with blonde highlights in it. she's not into movies much but likes going to punk shows, though it's not her choice of music. at night she likes to go for drives out to catlett or bealton when there's nothing else to do. her birthday is on the first of april. and in conclusion, in combination of her reaction to me when i'm around with what everyone's been telling me, the girl's crazy about me. the only problem i have with her so far is i can't find anything wrong with her, no matter how hard i try, which of course intimidates the shit out of me. i think last night she wanted me to kiss her. either that or the look she was giving me was saying "why the hell are you still in my car?" nevertheless i got intimidated and confused so i just got out. george has a crush, folks. woohoo! i'll keep you posted as i can. later monsieur.