November here we come...

I have noticed that my life has taken an interesting turn. Last week I was informed that my friend's cousin apparently likes me. My first reaction was, "Why?! What the hell is wrong with him?!" Yeah, I have a lot of confidence. I then asked this friend that I thought he carried a torch for another friend of hers. She informed me that she wants nothing to do with him.

I obsessed for three days about this. Actually a bit longer. I finally told a friend all about this yesterday. That it never occurred to me that he might like me.

I always thought he was just tolerating my existence, and had better things to do with his life than talk to me. We are total opposites as well. I'm liberal, I hate the NY yankees, I read literature, I'm straight edge. He's a bad boy who goes for bad girls. I am a total nice girl.

My friend then pointed out the book The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. I am like Penelope. This boy is like Harry. He has been acting like he tolerates Penelope's existence, but also kind of scares her. It turns out that he has liked her all the time. Gah! This is stupid. I can't stand to think of any of this. Time for coffee.