In your eyes
My name is HB (like you didn't already know). And today, for the first time ever, I have discovered the magic and eternal optimism that is Lloyd Dobler. My only excuse for this sad state of affairs is that I spent most of 1989 as a five year old attempting first position in ballet and proper way to eat paste.
But now, I am schooled. I think I may even want my very own Mr. Dobler who deserves the same salutation as Mr. Darcy, because he's just that awesome.
Despite that fatal flaw of my upbringing, I would like to take this time to mention that today I also made great strides in my social phobia. I managed to have a conversation, at a table, with actual adults in which everything I said didn't come out like "skaislkjfusklityslkhfi...like...yeah...akdifhltish." A conversation at a table with adults that I barely know and who most likely think I'm some crazy imposing child. But who cares? I smiled and was nice.
So, as you can see, today was a big day. Tomorrow? Dear diary, I have a crush and would like some new jordache jeans.