paisley

Well, it looks like my secret love is not so secret any more; word kind of gets out when you have a GIANT HICKEY that covers the whole side of your neck! It looks like I was punched repeatedly! And it was awesome to get! AGH! He went right for my weakness...the neck...that's where all my defenses fail. But he didn't even try to get to second. I was amazed. We have the least sexualized interaction I may have had with a guy I like since puberty, which is actually a pretty nice change. So yeah, Alex likes me back, which would be absolute perfection if we weren't about 300 miles apart most of the time. *sigh* Always, always, always. Someday, I swear, I'll find someone who lives in the same place as me, and it will be awesome. He asked me to go out with him, though, and I had to turn him down. I can't do long distance again; I did it last year from September to March (the last three months of which were exclusive dating), and it blew, hard, and full of mouth-herpes. And no one likes mouth-herpes. So yeah. I don't know quite how I feel about all of this, really, other than I want him to be here so I can jump him.

All of this going through my mind is making it very difficult for me to write that 6-page paper due tomorrow morning that I have half a page of written already. Mmm, inefficient scheduling. Tastes like my academic life!

EDIT (for t3h s3x0rz): he sounds sooo much like Harrison Ford, and it drives me nuts just thinking about what he could be saying to me right now in that low rumble. GAH! PAPER!