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You know it's going to be one of those days when you scratch your own thumb with your big toenail hard enough to draw blood.

Oh, yeah. I don't know how it happened. I was just putting my sock on my left foot when it happened. I told my mom and she thought it was hilarious, and I kinda don't blame her, but really. Who does that kind of thing happen to?

I'm on the hunt; I'm after you.

Me: 0. Dillon: I have no idea.

This guy is driving me effing crazy.

I have never been the kind of girl who memorizes a guy's schedule and would wait outside of a class for him, 'cause face it, that is absolutely lame. But see, now I kind of know where he goes after speech and I was waiting today to see if I could catch him, but alas, I think he got out early today. Gah.

I think this is turning into a lost cause. I'm in persuit, and I can't freaking catch him. I mean... arrgh, I don't know what I mean. I have a feeling that if he actually accepts whatever offer I throw at him I'll feel like this was worth it, yet at the same time, if things go as they usually do for me, will it be worth it?

This sucks. A lot. And now I'm just whining.