Weep-weep.

Because things just couldn't get any worse...

Slim has a date next Friday. With a midget girl from our old high school (I'm biased). He doesn't seem overly excited, but he's not exactly depressed either. Whatever. There's no way it could work. Right...?

Bass is still stuck on me. He keeps alluding to that bloody Friday night we had, which I'm beginning to think was more of a faux-pas than anything I've ever done in my life. I'm at a loss as to how to get through Bass' skull that I'm not in love with him and that making out is no longer a possibility.

Eva says I'm stupid to have dangled the metaphorical carrot in front of the stubborn mule. I'm highly inclined to agree. Because he looks like he wants more, both on the heart and body fronts. Thankfully PB has come to my rescue a couple of times, sometimes without even knowing it.

At the same time, is it really my fault? Because on top of all that, apparently this guy ('Jeff') I spoke to a total of FIFTEEN MINUTES TOPS (←fact!) has a crush on me.

I didn't even TRY to get that sort of result. I spoke to him out of politeness since we have the same driving instructor. The first time we met, he drove over with the practice car, concluded his lesson, then we switched so I could drive him home and start my lesson. No biggie. His legs were fricking long so I had to adjust the seat and mirrors to my height and leg-length. Alright. He's a student at a nearby college, in Arts. I said I was too. Blah blah blah.

He remembered my name. And apparently he remembered exactly where I lived, because even though my instructor tried to mix him up, he just took the right turns and drove up to my house without a doubt and slowed to a stop. And he greeted me with a smile.

He'd adjusted the seat and mirrors for me in advance.

My driving instructor, a lebanese man I'll call 'Rashid', didn't stop teasing him about it. When I finally dropped him off, he said 'Bye, CM,' --which made me feel bad that I didn't remember his name, since he's thoughtful and sorta cute-- Rashid told me his name was 'Jeff'--, and then when we pulled away, Rashid started sing-songing, "He's in love~!"

Which, you know. Is flattering but a bit scary.

Because if I didn't try to attract Jeff, and managed to do so anyway, who's to say that Bass will be easy to shake off?

If you get my drift.

At least I got over the fact that I have no Wii. I'm a patient girl. I've waited two years for TP. A month more, a month less, it's all the same by now. I've gotten used to the anticipation.

And, by the way, I'll post the next chapter of OiH later today (probably around 7:00 or 8:00). Thanks for your patience, people. :)

Love,
CM

P.S. Slim, you moron! Why do my 'charms' only work on the wrong people??? Will you please wake up and see that we are meant to be???

*is psycho*

P.P.S. Also, why do policemen look at innocent young students so suspiciously when we ask to record the sound of a police car alarm for a school project? We are INNOCENT YOUNG FILM STUDENTS. Can't get any more harmless than that, right?