apparently is (was) in my liberal studies class. i stood next to him while we signed in for our exam.

he was totally looking at me, he was so on to me for sure, but i was like, ew you're still in first year and i'm half in second. but i know he's gonna call me. i'm sure he'll find my number.

(He might have glanced at my face.)

(its really fucking weird going to school with pseudo-celebrities, it's surreal to see an ideal walking around in flesh and blood, and it always makes you feel a little bit shit about what you're doing with your life...)

in other news im pretty damn sure i aced the exam, i didnt even have to look at my cheat notes.
(which was good, because they made me sit front and center. sweaty. palms.)

P.S. I'm on a toilet at school, how sad is this whole thing?

P.P.S. Emo/scene boys remind me too much of being 15. I don't think we're going to sleep together in the near future.