this cannot be my life

Dude. My love life, or lack thereof, should not be this interesting. After much consideration (meaning that I asked EVERYONE I KNOW, online and off), I am going for an official vote of Not Responding in regards to Bookstore Guy, but MEANWHILE, given the fact that I freaked out about this on Facebook, one of my friends from back home -- HS senior, two years younger, friend -- messaged me and started going on about how he doesn't understand why I don't consider myself worthy of attention from men, and why was I so surprised anyway?, since after all I'm smart and funny and beautiful, and this is going to be happening to me for the rest of my life.

Which, you know, are a bunch of statements I'm not going to touch with a ten foot pole, even if they're meant in a non-romantic sort of way. So I ended up making indiscriminate noises and making up an excuse to get off Facebook, because, dude, rumors aside, you know when this sort of thing would be nice? When I was ACTUALLY IN THE SAME STATE. At the very least I could have had a date to prom. *sulks briefly*

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I really have to get over my thing about not writing in books. It's messing me up when I actually have to STUDY THE BOOKS. *throws up hands* I think I'll make copies of the poems I'm writing about for my Ancient Novel paper.