send in the clowns
“i guess that means no” - i find myself saying just before our data communications class. my heart, racing. my mind, trying to come up with the right kind of exit. i can only assume that i’m just another pain in the ass and being persistent in this case would only make things even worse. i wasn’t really being particularly needy. it’s just that i miss her and all. us walking together to the school gate is now a thing of the past. (and i gotta admit, those times are the closest thing i had to a date besides our trip to cagayan)
i really don’t know what to say. and as you might have already known, this isn’t a particularly insteresting story. leaning toward a rant but perhaps it’s just because of my choice of arrangement of negative words. if only a good samaritan would step up and explain what the fck women are thinking… now that i think about it, that clerk at the drive-in counter at “jollibee camins” looks kinda cute.
now (as i’m typing this) i’m drowning myself on the punk melody that is ‘addicted by simple plan’. playing it over and over again. not a bad way to spend a dateless evening.
- niel
