January 29th, 1988
I’m supposed to do an oral book report on the Invisible Man in about 10 minutes. My motivation is lacking, okay? I’d rather do it on BOP magazine’s Annual Star-Studded Special.
Oh woe, the future of America.
Anyway, L decided my next door neighbor, a senior on the cross country team, was hot last Monday. A week later, on a Monday, whe was his girlfriend.
Yes, that’s exactly how it went for me! EXACTLY. Only with some minor changes.
On September 1st I decided that P, a senior on the cross country team, was hot. Today, on January 29th, I still think he’s hot and spend every lunch period and practice drooling over his hotness from afar while he still has no idea that I, a not so hot freshman girl on the cross country team, even exist.
It’s enough to make a girl weep into her chocolate milk.
Oh woe is me.
M.
