Feeling: conflicted
Listening to: Garth Brooks, "The Thunder Rolls"
Reading/Watching: Justin. Il est si mignon.

Know what's insurmountably stupid?

I was up at school, using the computer in the Honors office, and around 10:30 p.m. I decided it was time to go. So I shut down the system, turned off the lights, tumbled down the dim creaky steps and headed across the parking lot to my car, Luna.

I saw a man, tall, with wavy red hair just touching his collar, walking with his back to me across the quad.

I paused, my belly cringing, and had an insane urge to hide.

Let's not consider the facts that a) CB no longer attends St. Moo, b) it is summer and CB lives in Houston, c) it is frickin' 10:30 at night, and dark, and he wouldn't see me anyway with his back to me, and d) he was about a hundred yards away and wouldn't have noticed me even if he could see me.

I still froze. I need some kind of hypnotherapy for this; it's beyond pathetic and on its way to unhealthy.

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