Jun 05, 2009 10:52
I need to remember to quit studying in the Student Union. Except not. I've met more people in several days than I have in ages.
Among them, Woody, hello, Woody. I ranted at him for some time about those moronic pharmacists for a while.
Peggy is awesome and gorgeous, and will be back next semester and wooof! She's got a brain, too!
And then there's Dash. Dash Dash Dash, the only man I will ever consider going straight for. Dash, why couldn't you have been an innie instead of an outie? Couldn't you get that little operation, just for me?
No, seriously, we clicked like whoa, Dash is something else. We flashed each other our innermost emotions for an entire five seconds and I'd take him home to meet my parents if they weren't likely to assume I'd decided to walk the other side of the fence. I could write sonnets to Dash, but most of them would bemourn my fate in finding someone so wonderful in the body of the wrong sex. The rest of them would be about finding lifelong friends and be very cute.
That's the state of the me for the moment.