*2001-05-08 - 10:49 p.m.*

Commentary while talking with Guy-I-Like:

Goodness! I pick the weirdest guys to go head over heels for. Oy... It's a good thing I'm not an emotional sort, I'd probably be running into walls myself if I was. Lauren keeps telling me that highschool relationships are crap, and love is crap, and yadda yadda yadda. I listen politely, but take it with a grain of salt. Enough though. Goodness, my mind is twitterpated tonight.

Ah! A compliment! My stoic mind is weakening! Help me! Must...remain...friend-mode...

Ok, I've got him talking about himself now...stoic mind is regaining control. That was a close one. Compliments are like emotional bombs with me. You can curse me out all you like, and I won't care, but pay me a compliment and I'll remember it for a very very long time. I melt. I try not too, but I can't help it. The good thing though is that I can tell when a compliment is sincere or not.

Ok, I think I've figured out a bit more about him then I did before. This is good. I like knowing what makes him tick. The thing most people can't grasp about me is that I am a very open person, if you ask the right questions. Most people don't understand this and think that I'm secretive. So it goes.

So ends this entry. So it goes.