Fuzzy Feelings For A Boy Crush.

Last night was the insane night that the director Kevin Smith was at the Winspear Centre for one of his famous Q&A's. Which as a side note was awesome and oddly inspiring. So I was sitting in my seat wearing my "Somebody In New Jersey Loves Me" tee when I look over and see of all people the guy I had the hugest crush on in the ninth grade. I got all silly stupid and couldn't stop glancing at him the entire time.

Then the intermission came and went as people got drunker and drunker. When he was walking past me he talked to me for awhile. I am so lame but that was the highlight of my night. But something else happened. Seeing him again made me remember what Jr high was really like. It was terrible. I was isolated, lost and failing for the first time. I managed to gain 70lbs. in six months and I was wallowing. But in this all I still had hope. I still believed in things. In myself, in the world, in my father. I was going places and I was going to fix my life.

So here I sit three years later and I still have the dreams. Everyone else is going places and I have my dreams. Things have got to change. I think my wallowing is finally done.

Plus he looked really really good. Me not so much. Must work on that too.

Lame=Me. Don't worry though I'm getting used to it.