Now Playing: One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful
Eff. My. Life.
So I'm sitting in my psych class with a girl that was in my uni and theatre class last semester. We're in the front row and she's sitting closer to the door. So I'm facing her in the middle of a sentence, when all of a sudden my heart drops and I choke on my words at the person who walks in.
Just take a wild guess.
That's right. Its Bob.
In my class. Right there. IN MY CLASS.
Thank God that's a huge lecture class. Maybe he'll never see me. Except, oh wait, HE DID.
He walked down the stairs to leave the classroom first and walked past my row, and then (OF COURSE) stopped at the bottom of the stairs to talk to someone. I had to walk right past him. I was one foot away! So of course I covered my face with my hair and tried to squeeze past quickly. But he had to see me. He had to.
But honestly, I think I freaked out for nothing. I mean, so what? My mom said to just say hey to him and keep walking. I can do that. And then I felt stupid for being all weird about it. He probably thought I still care, and I really don't.
Lesson of the day: Its only awkward if you make it awkward.
Also, I'm becoming obsessed with One Direction. They're SO CUTE. And British. And cute.
