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enamouredAnnnnnnd Candice is currently feeling... giddy.
So I was waiting around after classes, and I had walked halfway up to the parking lot at school when I see someone familiar lugging an instrument case coming towards me. Dillon! He has private lessons around 3:30-ish in the afternoons and was coming in for them. He apparently slept through speech classes on Monday and Wednesday, and I told him about the fresh bruise I've obtained on my left ankle because of an incident today with me and one of the treadmills in the weight room (Him: "We have a weight room?" Me: "Yeah, it's near the gym." Him: "Sweet!"). I told him I was waiting for my ride, and he said if they didn't come, he'd take me home after his lesson.
Sigh. This is good, right? But hey, offering rides is more of a friendly thing to do so... ack. Forget about it.
So I was waiting around after classes, and I had walked halfway up to the parking lot at school when I see someone familiar lugging an instrument case coming towards me. Dillon! He has private lessons around 3:30-ish in the afternoons and was coming in for them. He apparently slept through speech classes on Monday and Wednesday, and I told him about the fresh bruise I've obtained on my left ankle because of an incident today with me and one of the treadmills in the weight room (Him: "We have a weight room?" Me: "Yeah, it's near the gym." Him: "Sweet!"). I told him I was waiting for my ride, and he said if they didn't come, he'd take me home after his lesson.
Sigh. This is good, right? But hey, offering rides is more of a friendly thing to do so... ack. Forget about it.
