Day Eight: English, again. I know. ;)
Some thoughts: I am going out of my mind waiting for him to respond. THIS is why I hate asking boys on dates. I hate math. With a burning passion. And braces. I hate braces. So much. I finally took down the beaded curtain in my bedroom. It looks 234098 times bigger. And I hung some new non-crap on my wall. And it's le epic. I have football shoulders.
Applicable song lyric: "Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight. Just a touch of the fire burning so bright. No, I don't want to mess this thing up."
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