Playing with the Sepia setting on my camera and the pup, of course, was a willing subject. Despite what the expresion looks like, we ALL know what a camera hog this one is. *chuckles*
Vampire seeks governor’s job - Oh. My.
Alright - so. I realize I forgot to update on this boy who keeps making eyes at The Girl!
We last left our giggly Girl at the lunchroom table, where the boy, D, sat next to her, and later that day at typing class where not only did he sit next to her but he REQUESTED HER EMAIL ADDRESS! The next day, it seems it’s gone one step farther. (No! not THAT much farther Ladybug - your grounded!) He was sitting there, and she was standing, getting ready to sit, and some other boys went to steal her seat.
[At this point- I want to know just HOW MANY OF THESE BOYS are sniffing after my girl now???]
So - This boy, D. He DEFENDS her, not only by saving her seat, but by offering to punch out the kid who tried to steal her seat. GAH! Insert stars in The Girl’s eyes. And of course, he sat next to her in typing class again too.
So. Yesterday, friday to those keeping track, I find that alas - he didn’t sit with her at lunch. He had a dentist appointment see, and then the rest of the afternoon half of his face was numb, and he kept showing her how “he does this cute nostril flare thing, mom, and well, only one side was working! it was so funny! and cute! and did I mention he was cute, mom? and nice? and funny?” This boy is a DRUMMER! we know all about them drummer musician types! *mutter* a CUTE NOSTRIL FLARE THING for crissakes! OMG!
That’s it. Chastity belts for EVERYONE!
I feel like i’m suffocating today. I’m irritable and want nothing more then to crawl into bed and hide and not come out for a year, but at the same time the last thing on earth I want to do is sleep again. The dream might come back, and I don’t think I could take that. It lingers in the build up of tears behind my eyes, and pressure in my head and pain in my chest. I can’t breath for the ache that it brings, its like a stone is sitting on my chest and I can’t move. It takes effort to reach the keyboard, to type, to move, to think.
