Sigh...

gotta love it.

non-permanence

Friday, October 15, 2004

TERRIBLE

You know the feeling when you're on top of the world and you can't help smiling and you don't know why the heck you're so happy when you're alone in a Thursday night watching The Apprentice? I honestly cannot stop smiling. One of the cutest candidates just got fired and I feel like a high school girl who just got an autograph from the big man on campus. I didn't even want Mosaic to lose.. even if I could actually wash my kitchen wearing their fall line. Straight men just don't belong in fashion design.

Sorry Ralph Lauren.

Everything's terrible. My brain's turning to mush, the writing's terrible and oh! Did I mention? I just cannot stop smiling. I think it's just terrible. I have this little crush which is just terrible. Even I don't want to admit it. It's just too bizzare. And totally unacceptable. He's just this weird little creature. Far, faaaar, from my type. I wouldn't even give him a second glance in normal circumstances.

And since when are circumstances normal for me? This is just too terrible.

It's not like he's done anything remotely out of the ordinary. There are just these adorable moments of sweet smart aleckness you can't figure out sometimes. I just somehow cannot get him out of my head. Well... at least for today. Maybe it's one of those crushes that expire for like a day. Like one of those spells.

Terrible.

He's just weird. And funny. He is, at this weird circumstance, the epitome of cute and the epitome of not gonna happen. It just can't!

Horrible horrible.

I cannot be in this state when I have a presentation on Monday. And what if he notices? Is he actually that arrogant? Aurghh. He's not. He probably wouldn't have a clue. The friggin' ewok is just too clueless. Which is just too adorable sometimes. I can literally feel my brain shutting down and melting.

Oops. There it goes.

This cannot go on til Monday. Transparent as the next white jeans from Divisoria. You could read the emotion off my face, which can't seem to STOP SMILING. I would die if he knew. This really feels like highschool. I am so fortunate no one from Boston knows about this blog.

I'll be one dead duck. With this horrible horrible crush.

mades [ 12:10 AM ] 3 happy lost cabbages