I’m so stupid for liking a guy like “him”. I mean he’s into cheerleaders. :/

My friends say it’s totally naturally. He has that “attainable” statues, like if I really tried I could probably get him. And he really is decently cute. He has the most gorgeous silver-brown eyes. It’s too dangerous to release his name on the internet. What a disaster /that/ could turn into. He was being so sweet today. We made a lot of eye contact and he went to leave the classroom, and he /looked back at me/ and smiled. *dreamy*

He’s so funny too. I’ve liked him for a few weeks now, just never really got around to blogging about him. Too much Ari drama. Oh, and much to contrary belief, “he” is not Ari.

Now he’s confusing for you. I mean REALLY comfusing. He’ll smile at me and talk and flirt his brains out, but then the next day he’ll ignore me till I want to go cry in a corner somewhere. Today we looked at each other. I mean just /looked/ at each other, square in the eye for at least a mintue. I mean that’s a whole 60 seconds. SIXTY SECONDS! And I look at Celeste and she smiles because she knows I like him, and I had just cried to her hopelessly a few minutes before saying /oh I don’t know if he likes me/ and /oh why doesn’t he ask me out?/ and /we’d look so cute together/. Sometimes it feels good to just shoot the poop (I got that from ‘The Catcher in The Rye’) with good ol’ Celeste sometimes. Because most of the time she just nods along and listens. Well maybe she’s not really listening. Maybe she’s wondering why the smoothies at lunch are so expensive or why that cloud passing by looks like a kitten. But at least she pretends to listen. And if she wants to laugh, she holds it in for at least a minute. Which I really appreciate anyways.