two hundred-sixty seventh.

dear (k)you,

there are a lot of things that need to be written, but, at least for the time being, i choose not to write about it. maybe because, as my friend said, there are more important things. 

but do not be fooled that what i am about to rant(?) about is more important than said topic-i-do-not-want-to-talk-about -- it's prolly not even close, but i just think i need to get this out, more for my own good.

so, the kid, interestingly enough, he's got enough school spirit as rock. and add to that the fact that this semester, they have the chillest schedule ever (think, 5 days half day :/), you have the perfect recipe for an out of school youth. the kid hardly ever goes to school! comes in a little late, leaves at the most 15mins after class, and doesn't for the life of him attend any school activity.

now, i've been told quite harshly that i invest too much on my "crushes". yes, i do. come on, you are the biggest proof of that. and what makes me real sad is that, i don't even know the kid. we do not even look at each other (it's just me looking at him). and i really don't like this set up. either i get to know him, at least as acquaintances who MIGHT have a chance at something, or i quit him entirely.

...kinda hoping its the former.

today wasn't much help either, since he was in school when he wasn't supposed to (before you ask "how is that possible when his school spirit is nada?", the kid being the OSY he is, has lagged in his requirements and has to take extra classes). anyway, his presence took me by surprise. and all throughout the night, i kept seeing people who reminded me of him. the random guy with the ugly gf, the drummer and that guy driving beside my ride. 

ugh. the kid is not even that good looking.