:: Monday, October 20, 2003 ::

I'm completely unnerved.

I just got off the #4 bus. Two stops before mine the most attractive boy wearing a beige toque got on. Honestly, he was the most attractive boy I've seen in a very long time. Anyway, the point is that he sat behind my friend Liz and I kept glancing over her shoulder at him... and he was looking at me every time. Glance, look away, glance, look away. You all know the game. We've all played it once or twice. When I got off the bus, I looked behind me, through the window, and he was looking again.

I HATE situations like that. I'll probably never see beige toque boy again.

(But just in case, I'm going to start riding the #4 instead of the #9 to school every day.)

hehehe.


~song~ Elliott Smith - Miss Misery

:: Katy 6:44 p.m. [+] :: ::