My Sister's Mister (On indefinite hold)

3rd September, Monday

3rd September, Monday, History

Oh, my god- this subject can just not get interesting.

Thank god I’ve already done this at home (Yes, Chris. I DO study when I’m bored. Tell our dear mother that.) So all I have to do is look as if I’m writing notes.

It’s way better than what the others are doing, which vary from texting, listening to music and playing footsie.

In the classroom, nonetheless; it’s disturbing.

My best friend, Nina (the one who gives you competition when it comes to being a loudmouth, Chris) is playing footsie as well.

Benches at college accommodate three people, so squeezed in with me are Nina and her boyfriend David.

I can FEEL them kick each other in a manner that is assumed to be affectionate, but it completely beats me as to how.

Anyway, I have TWO complete hours, and since I’m sitting pretty close to the teacher’s desk, listening to music would be a bad idea, and since she’d be able to see me with her hawk like eyes.

There!

She locked eyes with me and glared at me without blinking again. I swear she hates me.

I’m the only girl here with my hair up in a sock-bun. I’m so freaking sure she has a thing against girls who look like me, but since I’m the only one who fits the description, we haven’t seen more of the hate.

Anyway, yesterday was weird, with the whole Michael thing.

We kept looking over at each other, and it was pretty awkward, to tell the truth. I mean, the last guy I kept locking eyes with was David, and that was because he wanted to ask me if I had any idea if Nina liked him.

Michael probably has to be the nicest looking guy I’ve seen in forever. He has this funny furrow between his eyes when he looks hard at you, and he always looks through his long eyelashes, that make his eyes look smoky. I’d rate his nose like, a 10 on 10 maybe.

(Noses and Body Odor are important factors that add to the attractiveness of a boy, Chris. Ask Anyone.)

I couldn’t get close enough to smell him though. It would have been awkward if I’d have smelt him when he pulled me up from the floor- but it didn’t cross my mind then, since I was all about getting up, and not checking out someone built like a brick wall.

I’m not going to say I’m ragingly in love with the man or something; it’s just that in my books, he fit the “cute” description.

I’m not really going to hang around the twins all the time now, just to ‘Accidentally-On-Purpose’ meet him or something, since I’m not really that much of clichéd individual.

If I meet him, I meet him.

Jeez, I can’t believe I’m actually wasting my time rambling about him.

Today Chris is supposed to be finalizing her wedding song, and it’s getting a little crazy.

When I left for college in the morning, she and Gabe had finalized Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream.

I kid you not, Chris-with-Alzheimer’s, TEENAGE FREAKING DREAM.

FOR A FREAKING WEDDING SONG.

I don’t know how Gabe puts up with this.

I just don’t.

In all hon-

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Sorry about that, I had to attend to a text from Noah, reminding my of my shift at the Frozen Yoghurt Parlour (Dairy Dream) we worked at.