You know you hit it hard when you daydream about your crush and you taking kissy myspace-esque pictures while on a daytrip to somewhere dreamy. I don't know if that scene makes him look more like my faghag than dream!me's "boyfriend".

I blame our swimming class for making me giddy and ~inspirational~. If it wasn't for that damned swimming class, I wouldn't be like this. Our class shares the pool with his class. THAT means seeing hotbod crush in trunks two times a week... which leads to me having serious cases of hyperventilation and heartattacks.

The pros and cons of having crushes. PFFT, of course everyone knows about this. I don't have to lecture everybody about it. I'm frkn 17 and I'm allowed to gush about crushes.

He made me re-discover the joys of having crushes. You know, high school stuff. Always looking forward to swimming class and dismissals ('cause I surely catch him at the pavilion talking with his groupmates about RLE), waiting at the bus playing guessing games whether he'll join us or be a funsucker and decide to commute, waiting for him to take off his clothes without going to the restroom (he is skilled, I have to compliment him on that), waiting for him to smile, carefully staring at him while he stares into space, and wanting to tuck his shirt for him when it's untucked 'cause he looks cute when he's proper (not because I want to get my hands in his pants).

It's really silly having girly crushes. It's rather nauseating but fun. I've already forgotten how good it feels to have little girl crushes, butterflies in your stomach, strings tugging the corners of your mouth and all that giddy stuff.

Disappointment might come in later. You slowly realize that you'll never, ever know him because at the first place, you don't even know his name.

So don't take crushes frkn seriously. With that said, enjoy squeeing and blushing and getting embarassed, 'cause it's frkn fun.

wow, a post dedicated to a crush. I'm so frkn giddy. *g*

Labels: at 17, randomities, rants