Crap for Love? Or Something like that...

I feel really terrible. Not like 'oh, I've got a head cold terrible', but like, 'oh, I'm going to shoot myself in the throat, then it will feel better than it does now'. But anyway, here I am doing my civic duty and writing about something that I'm sure nobody else cares about, because I'm bored. No, wait, I care. So, I'm in love. Now, I know that I say that every 17.9 minutes, but I'm serious this time. His name is Justin and he's from South Africa. Granted, he doesn't go to this school, or even live in this country, but I think that we can make it work. I feel like my friend Lauren, who stays in California. She's always in love with one guy or another, but because she lives in LA, the guy is always super hot. Justin is hot, too, but not in that California way. I seriously think that we can make it work. And if not, at least we have the memories of his visit here. For that day, well, techinically, the three hours. But, hey, we bonded.