So.There's this guy.
There's this guy named Christian.
There's this guy named Christian, who's a sophomore on the 5th floor of this hall, that might come and watch my tape of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" sometime before we go home for Christmas Break.
Any questions? Yeah, I thought so.
This guy sits in front of me in my 3 hour torture fest known as music 101, where all I do is watch.
Watch those broad shoulders. Watch that blond highlighted hair look all cute and messed up when he takes off his hat/visor. Thinking bout stuff I'd like to do with that mind and that body. Keeeeeeerist.
Hotpiece people. Hotpiece.
So Christian just got elected as the President of the Class of 2004. I went to the inauguration to support a few other friends and afterwards went to lunch at Saga. He's there. While I'm walking out, he calls out to me from his seat and says "8 o'clock.""Yeap.""The Grinch. Too bad I've gotta study.""Either way I'm taping it.""That's why you're amazing.""I know," I smiled and walked off.
He's just. Wow.
You know, I think that one of my sons are going to be gay. Is that an okay demand?
Christian. Damn, indeed. Possible he might have a girlfriend but uh, a girl can dream, can't she?
