Maybe I'm just too impatient...

Danny actually texted me this afternoon.
Of course he wasn't exactly forthcoming with his identity.
"It's me. See, I didn't forget."

Okay, thanks. Now who is "it's me" and what did you "not forget"?
But he told me eventually and I was excited. Told him I wish he could've come to lunch with me today.
I sat alone in Denny's eating like a sad person with Yaya's giftcard that she gave me.
He told me he'd come up to see me Monday during my lunch-break.
That was actually really sweet. I've never, ever had someone come up to eat lunch with me. It was always someone that was in my class.
Today I was supposed to have lunch with a guy named Mark, but something came up. And then on Wednesday I'm having some mega awesome lunch with most of my school friends.
It amazes me how my Mondays are empty and my Wednesdays are crowded.
But as I said, next Monday will not be empty. Which is peaches and cream for me. I was worried he just didn't want to talk to me. So, yeah.
Is it bad that I've developed a crush on an ex-boyfriend?
Especially one I haven't seen in a YEAR?
Yes, it's bad. I'm aware of this.

Right now I'm "beautifying". As in I need to look good on Monday so I'm doing everything I can to maintain my looks.
Today everywhere I went guys were looking at me, and jabbing their friends in the sides to turn and look at me.
Yeah, I saw you grocery store guys. Don't think I didn't.
It doesn't help that I was wearing tight jeans with a tight plain white tee.
I'll be the first to tell you that I have ginormous breasts. I'm not ashamed to say it, because it's damn true. I told my mom about the guys and she said "They were looking at your boobs." "I DON'T CARE. THEY WERE LOOKING, END OF STORY."
My face is nice too. I know it is. I'm conceited about it half the time.
I know how to flirt and twiddle my way into any guy liking me. I have half my history class looking at me while I flip my hair and pretend to get "caught" occasionally looking at them.
I'm a natural born flirt. I've been swinging my hips since I was 5 years old. And it will never stop.

But I do need your opinion. To be honest, I bet money Danny will one day come across this post. If that's true... it's my blog and this shit is what's happening in my life and I'm not ashamed of it.
Afterall, this is a blog about my life and what's going on in it.

So anyway, I haven't seen him in a year. I want to look drop dead gorgeous.
So... what the frick do I wear?
You've seen a lot of my clothes. But just throw out generics. Do I wear flats or heels? Gray, blue, or purple jeans? Long sleeves, medium sleeves, or short sleeves? Or even tank top, since I have my black one?
I sort of want to show off the fact that I'm skinny. So I think I know what I'll wear.
So my real question is... hair up or down, and heels or flats?
I'm sitting here with a teeth whitening plate in my mouth. That's how determined I am.

This is also a good post for the guys. Imagine you're going to meet up with an ex and you're both single and haven't seen eachother in forever. What would you hope she was wearing?

I obsess about things. That's just how I am.

Now for school. I have two tests on Monday. History and Spanish. My two worst subjects. Score!
We're reviewing on Wednesday though, so hopefully that helps.
Plus I have a buttload of spanish homework due before next week. I'll work on it this weekend.
Hopefully everything goes well in the following weeks.Even with the face mask and blue tooth whitening thing, I don't look half bad.
Although I'm starting to drool.