Of Dewberries, Nats, and LoMLs...

These past few days have been taken into account by this writer. I don't know when, where, why or how it started, but it seemed like all I ever do was think about grades, LoML, and internet. And it went round and round, every single day that came to my life. Grades - well...I did not get my report card due to that stupid PTA thing they have at school. I h8 it, to say the least. Then LoML - he had been tugging at my heartstrings the very minute I came to school last June, and until now that tugging-action-thing that he does to me doesn't stop! I'm getting more and more in love with him yet I get even more frustrated cause I know I couldn't be the girl of his dreams anytime of the day. That was a hard blow to my ego, and my own self.

And then here comes Garfield. He has many nicknames, you see. I've named him Aqua when I was a freshman, Garfield was what they called him back in Grade School, my friend calls him Dewberry (obviously because he's like a Dewberry - yummy and uber delicious), and I call him Nats. I think my calling him Nats is way too obvious, since the first syllable of his surname sounds like that (take away 's' and it will be). He, like LoML, has been tugging at my heartstrings these days. Believe me, I have been daydreaming about him, clad in his sports wear (love it when he's practicing at school).

And then I saw this uber gross thing while I was on my way to home. I'm commuting, you see, so I got a chance to have a ride with this college couple. The young lady was very pretty, with a pale face and oriental eyes. She wasn't that tall, but heck, she was beautiful. The guy, on the other hand, was tall. About 5'11", I think. But he wasn't at all handsome. He had these two huge front teeth, and his face (sorry, but I just noticed) wasn't symmetrical. I mean, for a couple, they look like black and white, milk and coffee, you know - opposites. But how did I even know that they're a couple? Well...aside from the fact that they were close (very...you know, her leg and thigh were brushing his), they were talking in low voices and holding hands. What an interesting couple, I thought. Then, without further ado, the guy started to pick on his nose! I mean, publicly, picking, taking off boogers (sorry for the language...) from his nose...Eww...

Now I realize that true love doesn't really count on looks. :)