Love!

Happy Valentines Day! I got so much candy. It's really quite ridiculous. Unfortunately, as I was going to pay for my AP tests, the bag I was using broke, and everything went flying all over the ground. I had to awkwardly bend over, like I was trying to do some kind of contortionist yoga exercise, and pick up each individual piece. People were watching too. I could feel their stares of judgement. Ai-ya. What a tricky business love is.
Money is my one true love, though (I'm listening to the song, see).
Oh, speaking (ish) of which! I may have gotten asked out! I don't know, though. I never do. I think I did a good job of turning the fellow down in any case, but whether his intentions were good or not, I believe I shall never know. Here is the dismal tale: I was just hanging around waiting for Art History to start (since our teacher was busy in her office), and I decided to see if I had any new messages. I had, most were fairly standard pieces of communication, and there were some from my mom, but one was from that creative writer I met at CSSSA. "Hey cutie," he greeted me intelligently. What a nice greeting, I thought. Maybe he's finally learned to talk like a human being. "Hey there my dear chap," I responded, and thought nothing more of the correspondence. But then I checked my phone again after fourth period, and he was asking me if I wanted to do something. Rather taken aback, I asked him if the distance between us was not an obstacle. After all, what sensible soul would want to drive for hours just to see me? (Although let us remember that he is a creative writer, and therefore not a sensible soul, but my point still stands) When I looked at my phone again, I found that he had told me confidently that no distance was too far for me. Hmm, I thought. Does he want me to drive off to see him? Cuz there is no way in hell I'm going to do that. Also, I can't drive. But that is neither here nor there. So I told him I lived many miles away, as I do, and left it at that. I don't know if he's responded yet, because my phone is reposing off on the other sofa, and it's far too much trouble to go and get it. La la. Was this a legitimate asking-out? Or was it not? You see, I am terrible at discerning romantic attempts, so I assume everything is platonic (which is how I get roped into going on dates with people, mostly). But maybe this isn't platonic! Maybe this is... socratic! (Cuz getting asked out involves questions, you know lol so clever omggg) I just don't know. At any rate, it's too late to do anything about it now, even if it had been a quest for love, so that's all well and good. Time will take care of everything.
I think I will work on my Art History report. It's due tomorrow and all. So, off I go. Whee! Better listen to some Wagner while I work too, just to get the ambience. Dat Tristan and Isolde, baby. Oh yeah. Ok, farewell, now, and may your Valentine's Day not be as Durko's!