At lunch Kaden kept talking to me about how he talked to Tristan for like 3 hours last night and I got really salty and he kept asking me what was wrong and finally I snapped at him and he left. But then when I came into the IMC he was here and he left his seat to come sit by me. I feel kind of bad about snapping, but I don't feel bad about being upset. Well, maybe I do. But not on the surface.
I just read three of Ryland's chapters because like an idiot I fell asleep at 5 pm last night and didn't get to text him. I miss him a lot. He looks reaLLY GOOD. GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE. GOOD SHIRT. I've gotten two compliments on my outfit today which feels nice because I feel like a bloated circular greasy mess.
When I left my math class to go get a calculator from Gibbs' room I saw him in the IMC and I almost passed out. HOoohooohh ohh boy. And then I distracted all my thoughts by focusing on the math but I don't think I did very well on it because I forgot to study last night/this morning. I probably got a B or something.
My computer broke last night because I don't really know, I fell asleep in the middle of an update I have been procrastinating for months and now there's just lines on the screen. Not even a blue screen of death. And that sucks a lot because my phone is also broken and my computer was the only way to talk to people via facebook.
Right now I'm on Kaden's computer and I feel kind of uncomfortable because it's a school computer and for some reason incognito mode won't work so this will get added to his history unless I go in and delete it and I don't want to go into his history.
I hope Ryland gives me a hug when he sees me next. He's soft. Yesterday when he held my hand in the car I almost swerved off the road I got so god damn excited. I like when he's "fake confident" sometimes.
This morning I didn't do anything in accounting except write a limerick on the desk to pair my haiku. Then I started rewriting "Gucci Gang" as a Shakespearean love letter turned vengeful. I have a whole backstory in my mind. I was going to write a sonnet, but I couldn't think of any funny material for it. And Gucci Gang doesn't have enough original rhymes in order to adequately fill the rhyme scheme.
Alright, I don't want to be done with this story right now but I need to go log out and clear the search history and whatever. I feel like I have a lot I could continue saying, I only started this a few minutes ago and I'm basically at 500 words. Aighty. Littison in my tittison. Adios. Au revoir.
