gack.

In eighth period today, something very disturbing happened. The guy who sits in front of me, who I've always found kinda cute in a not-my-type-but-pretty way, wore his glasses to school. And all of a sudden, he was hot. One minute I was fine, the next "Oost! OOST!" And then I was all grossed out because he's a serious right-wing Republican, for god's sake, and a football player besides, and couldn't be less my type if he had a big flashing neon sign attatched to him that said "NOT HOLLI'S TYPE" in bright pink letters. But he wore his glasses, and I suddenly came over all "ooh, yummy. And he's all 'ladies first' and gentlemanly, and-- no, no no! Bad and wrong!"

Stupid hormones.