Well, just *one* summer school boy! Tehehe. This would be SUCH a good chapter title for a book in the life of a gay teen... maybe if I go into journalism I'll use it.
Anyway, summer school today = my first sightings and I spied a pretty boy a few seats away, it didn't take long before OUR EYES KEPT CONNECTING. I definately glanced/stared more than him, but I was a row back of him, still, he did a glance back more than once.
Ahhhhhhh. Too bad the summer school day is achingly long and drawn out and I'm not good at the subject :( Still, ideas on how to approach boy who I don't know the name of but love the look of and who loves les yeuxs du moi? And les yeuxs = the eyes -_-
Listening to Pink - Who Knew. Wondering who did the original, the beginning sounds exactly like I heard it however long ago but the rest... no. Still good.
Weeks more of unfun summer school and the breaks are really short and pointless and just associated with the people I knew today (and there's only 1-3 people from my school period, the rest are aquaintances from afar pretty much). If I get in the mood I can go up to nice boy with brown hair-skin-eyes that mesh with my own (well not quite but mmm) and ask him who he is - but so early and with such hellish work means I doubt I'd be in the mood. Besides, he wouldn't be alone. If he went to the washroom and I went soonish after him I wouldn't care about suspicion but duh, not up to cornering a boy that *might* have a shared attraction with me based on a one-day connection.
Still, I dare to dream. Sometimes I wish I were endeavoring to go into acting/singing, then I'd be super famous! Doctors and teachers and sanitation workers never get enough cred. Why are we throwing millions at actors and singers? They inspire, they're attractive, we're stupid and gullible (yeppers, WE) but an education in a specialized field that has NO real fame associated with it costs a hell of a lot more than arranging for a demo to be given out, or an audtion on a TV show.
Oh well, my shallowness will deplete as I grow up some more I hope, I bet eye-sex boy will turn bad before the month is done. I bet we make out somehow before that though. Please God? I'm an atheist but I say my prayers every night otherwise I don't fall asleep. Not-even-kidding.
I still want my other boy who I lucked out on not getting the number of a few weeks ago. I couldn't get to sleep these past few days not because of no 'Amen' but rather: imagining a wonderful partner and what we could do in the future, imagining waiting 3-6 years for someone, dreading making a move on a boy I thought I connected with - who didn't really connect with me.