So Sunday night, I deleted someone's phone number. Yes, I never EVER thought I would resort to it, but I did.
It wasn't like I was mad or angry or frustrated with them, I was more upset at mySELF for still talking to them when I knew I shouldn't or I knew he wouldn't want me to.
Yes, he
Of course it was a boy, why else would I do it?!
So he's a really cute boy. And he'll go nameless for a while. C, don't you DARE comment on this. (AKA C knows everything about this already. Actually, all my roommates do) But I felt like I was being totally and absolutely annoying about everything. Like he didn't really want to talk to me. Which he probably didn't (and still maybe doesn't) but he's too nice not to. I got my hopes up for this boy and now, when he goes on dates with other girls, I get sad?! Who do I think I am?! Seriously. We were nothing. I'm probably still nothing to him. Maybe no more than a friend. Maybe not even that. Who knows. Who cares. Not him.

And here I am. Sitting in the library. With him.
What. The. Heck. Am. I. Doing.
Obviously he's not reading this post.

But C helped me do it. She went through my call list and my outbox (something I unintentionally forgot to do) and deleted him from there as well. Smart move C.

and then it happened.
He texted me this afternoon.
And now I'm sitting here. In the library. While he's writing a paper and I'm writing a paper and neither of us is talking even though we're in the No-Shh Zone.
Stu.Pid. Me.
I hate this.
How do you fall out of "like", MB?
Because I would really truly love to know.

Theme soooooooooooong!
Basically anything by Journey. C and I have been joking lately that Journey is taking over Siberia. We've seriously had an obsession.
Or "For Me This is Heaven" by Jimmy Eat World. Not appropriate in any way shape or form.
I am raaaaaaaaaaaambling.
Lo siento.