Somewhere between watching X-Files, eating lots of pizza, and ignoring people, I forgot to learn how to deal with cute boys.

Par(isn't that French for "for"?) example: today I went to an induction ceremony for a classics honor society(read:you got a B in a Latin or Greek course and you give them twenty five bucks). It was a "semi-formal" affair, and Mr. Lux(by the way, have y'all read the cast page? I'm paranoid that I'm mentioning all these people and you have NO CLUE who the hell they are. I'll make the cast page easier to find. Sorry, drifting from the point)was there all dressed up in his little big boy suit. He said hi to my friend and I and she sat there and joked with him about how unprepared we were for the test we have tomorrow(which I should be studying for),since she has the ability to joke with him because she is not a complete and utter loser and can get a boyfriend that is in our age range(granted Mr.Lux isn't that much older than we are)and doesn't need to worry about looking cool in front of cute guys, while I sat there unable to say a word because all I could think was (to totally steal from Sundry):"Uh. Mah. GAH. OMAGAH." because, my friends, he was wearing a suit. *swoon* I couldn't say anything to this dude that I've seen for practically three hours every week since...August? Or whenever the hell school started, but yeah. I need...help. Actually what I need is some liquid courage, if you get my drift. Because the "student" in his "graduate student" title will not be applicable in May(in case that sentence doesn't make sense, he'll be a graduate:no more school). He needs to profess his undying love for me soon.

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