Yesterday, Cody the Parcels intern asked for my number lol. He had tried sneakily once before, 'cause I'd left a file there for printing so I wouldn't be late for class. He texted Emma during Digital Dialogues asking for my number under the pretense of telling me that whatever I was printing was done, and Emma wrote me a note on a scrap of paper during the lecture, like genuine note-passing in school! I don't remember the last time I participated in that :) But I was extra-sneaky and just showed up at Parcels after class to get my print. :P
But anyway. He waited till Thomas and the blonde lady were off doing other stuff, and said something like, "Yeah, I waited till the other two were gone so they wouldn't hear, but can I have your number?" And I was all, "Uhhhh I don't think that's a good idea, seeing as I'm transferring schools in like 2 months." He played it cool-ish, changing the subject to how I have to enter another new school all over again.

I have to remember to try the all-encompassing rebuff Adam suggested I start using: You're not my type!

Etiquetas: boys

So I just read a few posts on my first blog ever. I was 12, and kind of an asinine idiot -_-'''''' It's really a wonder I turned out the way I did... from how I was before. Like, I wouldn't be friends with my twelve-year-old self! I seriously cringed several times. I'm totally experiencing cognitive dissonance right now, because I like myself, but young me was a total noob! I suppose that's the (arguably) wonderful thing about blogs: they act as a record of your emotional growth. Your thoughts and personality, forever preserved for your private consumption (and mortification). Maybe in another 7 years, I'll stumble upon this blog and snort at my 19 year old self :P

...Also, why does my 15 year old self sound so happy? -.-'