Am such an idiot. Agreed to go to scaryreputationsophomore!boy's house and watch Finding Nemo with him. Hopefully will get out of there without permanent mental damage. Hopefully I'm reading signals wrong (which would be weird, I'm pretty okay at reading signals) and the mix cd, the flower, the footsie under the table at dinner, this movie invite...are all harmless attempts at nothing more than friendship. Not to say that I wouldn't like him like that...only that I don't trust him. Not because of anything he's said, but because of things that are said about him. I've got one of my friends asking a reliable sophomore about him. *crosses fingers* Oh well. If things go badly, I can always entertain him with stories about playing Nemo with little!emma all summer. And I know how to say no. And he lives with some people...so I doubt I have to worry about you-know-what. So the worse that should happen would be emotional scarring. *hopes* *not for scarring*
Anyway. Math time! Yay Euclid!!
