FREAK!

so, funny story. i'm off to a great start here at 9:53 am. first of all, last night i dreamed that i was running from lions who wanted to eat me. i even hid behind the refrigerator so they couldnt have me for dinner. this seems like an obvious sexual reference and i'm pretty certain it means that i need more sex.

when i woke up i skipped my first class because we had this thing due and i totally didn't do it (or even realize that i had to do it until about 11 last night, and then it was bedtime). my excuse was that i needed to work on my other paper that is due at 3:30 this afternoon. then i commenced going back to sleep for an hour, which necessitated my skipping my next class also; it's a 100 level music class where we are learning about bob dylan...necessary? i think not.

finally i got up to go to campus and i stopped at the coffee shop on the way. there was a curly haired boy standing in front of me and he turned around and smiled when i walked in. i took this to mean he had a crush on me, obviously--i'm also wearing a skirt which increases these chances. so he got his coffee and went over to the coffee station for his condiments. i got my coffee and i like cream in my coffee so, hey, great excuse. so i meander over to the coffee station and doesn't he look up and smile at me again and say "morning"? oh, he does. if i wasn't so sunburned i'm sure i would have blushed. anyways, i say "morning to you" (greeaaaat) and go to pour some half & half in my coffee. but no, this simple act could not go smoothly. i had to check him out in my peripheral vision at the same time. good idea? i think not. i missed my coffee cup by about an inch and poured it all over the table instead. i'm not talking a little. i mean, i was so consumed in looking at this dude that i poured the amount that would normally go into my coffee, onto the table. then he laughed at me and left. glad that happened.

so me and my (goddamn) coffee were making our way to the library and don't i see my brit lit teacher walking towards me (that's the class i skipped, by the way). and there was no time to turn around and that would be just too obvious, so i pretend that i can't see anything because the sun is glaring in my eyes...which it was, for the record. and this plan goes down like the friggin hindenburg. he smiles at me and says, "deeemaaaareeeee". oh crap. crapcrapcrap. so i gave him my most charming smile and say, "whoops, i was bad" and shrug. cool kristin, real cool. he laughs, thankfully but points his finger. and i use that one so i know that means trouble.

and now here i am, in the library, still not doing my essay. and i know someday, when i die, and people who i barely know find out they'll say "who?" and the answer will be, "you know, that girl."