Uh-oh. It's happened. My fondness for geeky boys has finally reached the limits of reality.
He is the geekiest boy I have ever encountered. Of course I would fall for him.
He is every kind of nerdy, but I won't say about what because (and this is most likely one of the most ridiculous reasons on the web; at least in the top fifty) I'm worried that it may give away too much if anyone in my school actually read my blog. Which I'm sure they don't.
He is the pale, skinny type. I'm sure you know the type.
I don't think I could have fallen for anyone more thoroughly undesirable to the public at large than Dy (I think that's what we should call him). He's several years older than me, and I am elated that he even knows my name, frankly. In fact, he came to sit by me today in assembly, and we talked about Sailor Moon. Dy said that it used to be a hentai anime. Ew!! But they had to change it all when it came over to America. Apparently, that's what all the smoke and special effects are for when they make their Sailor transformations. To cover up, er, what used to be there.
I've been thinking about Dy all day, though. This is escalating. This is bad. This is going to last several months.
The bright side is, I have a really good feeling about it, which is rare.
But I'm blabbering. Sorry.
Rosie L.
