desertions | Jun. 23rd, 2008

You know, as good of a time as I had at the beach, part of me can't help but feel bummed, because not ten minutes after we left my house, the guy I have a crush on (Aka. Sean. Aka. Cute comic book guy) called me to see if I wanted to do something with him and his friends. And I realize that if Robby hadn't driven so far out of his way to pick me up, I might of ditched my friends and hung out with him instead. I feel pretty lame, I mean, it's just a crush. But I dunno. I only gave him my number on Friday, I didn't really expect him to call me about anything until the Batman plans were being settled and stuff. I hope it happens again.

Seriously. The one time I had plans. What are the odds, right?

Bleh, I'm going to attempt to sleep again and try to give this more thought. I dunno why this is bugging me so much. I guess I don't like to think of myself as the type of person who would ditch their friends for a crush, you know? I always thought of myself as better than that, so to have those sort of thoughts, I dunno, it surprised me. Or something.

I keep telling myself not to get my hopes up, that nothing will come of it, but what if something did, would that be so bad?

I guess if it was easy, they wouldn't call it a crush, right?

P.S. R.I.P. George Carlin. You will be missed.