while I was there, I started talking to a classmate of mine with stretched lobes. I had been staring at him from across the room since September, and yet had never initiated a conversation despite the fact that he intrigues me. so we started comparing tattoos, and tattoo ideas, then piercings, and then pain levels of piercings of have had done. there seems to be this hierarchy of painful mods starting from the ears and working up (down?) to anything covered by clothes. then he whipped out the "when I got my PA done..."
in my head I'm all HOLD THE PHONE, WHAT NOW but being suave as I am, I stayed cool. well as cool as one can be when they are actually... not cool.
now I'm having inappropriate thoughts about him all the time and hoping I get to talk to him on Tuesday. but also hoping NOT to talk to him so I don't blurt out something like HEY CAN YOU TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS PLEASE? UM FOR SCIENCE. or try to lure him into my car for dubious reasons.
this is gonna be so awkward. you people already know how ridiculous and sad I am around people I'm attracted to.
PS. I already asked Albano to get a prince albert, he said no.
