Noey: *snerks* Gotta love his name..
Junie: I don't even like him.. He's my friend.
Junie: Says the girl who's madly in love with someone. *raises eyebrows*
Noey: ...Nuh-uh. I'm madly in like. It's completely different..
Oh. My. Gosh.
This is about to be a sap post. Actually, knowing me... it'll start out that way-- and will end up being a "making fun of being a teenager once again" post. ...Cuz that never happens..
There is a boy. And he is male. And he is a boy.
And we shall call him The Gasman [go max.ride] for purposes of this entry. Soooou~ I liked The Gasman in 5th grade. Okay. I was freakin'.. 11. Or maybe 12. I don't remember that far back in time.
But. Uh. Yeah.
This The Gasman.. We weren't in any of the same classes in Middle School--so it wore off. I didn't see him anymore. It was no big deal, right? Right. Okay.
So, then.. this year--all of the sudden he's in my English class and he sits behind me. And it was fun. And nostalgic. And it was glorious. And I'm beginning to think that I was cloned as a man, [The fact that he was born first is of no relevance,] and it turned out to be him. Because seriously. ...Our minds are like, the same.
Yep. So. Yep.
You can't tell I'm uncomfortable about this, can you?
But now.. [curses] the English teacher has changed the seating chart! Oh woe! Woe is the life of the hormone-stricken!! ...Pfft. And he's my only The Gasman... that I have.
And.. uh... I miss him.
Remind me to stab myself in the eye later.