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Disorderly Tic Tacs It was probably nothing to you. A quick meeting of common interests (interests? That's not right, not interests), over before you can say 'awkward silence.' I'm just confused by the way I felt, listening from only a step or two away. Part of the discussion one minute, and the next, a million miles away looking in on something I don't understand. Disgust? Was that it? Where in hell did that come from? It couldn't have been disgust toward you, that's not possible. It almost felt like it, but it couldn't have been. So maybe...disgust at the situation. Suspicion, too, a completely unwarranted notion that maybe it is someone's fault. But I don't understand. So I'll try not to try to understand. I know that's what you would want.Fuck. I hate over-thinking things. Too bad I seem to have to. Some random observations, then? A boy in my Spanish class is beautiful. He would be more beautiful, if he only had a bit more hair. His expression is always lazily surprised or confused, or just lazy. Eyebrows slightly raised, but only slightly, and sleepily. Big eyebrows. I don't think he's very smart, but he sure is beautiful. My geography teacher smells like cigarettes and coffee. I know this because he likes to pinch my nose. He darted out of the classroom today, and brought the smell back with him. He might be a compulsive liar. Hannah's hands smell like banana Runts. A boy likes me. He has teeth like disorderly Tic Tacs. He's sweet. 'Night, lovelies. 2003-10-15 @ 11:16 p.m. |