Seventeen.

Well. Yesterday was wonderful. Even though I was with a ton of freshmen boys. 

It's weird because I don't know all of them all that well. And I'm already in relatively good standing with them. I don't have to try at all. I just am who I want to be because I don't have to try to impress them. I don't have to hide or cover up anything. I didn't even let Benedict Arnold ruin my evening.

I like these little distractions. I like being distracted from distractions. I find a new one every so often and so things flow. I've learned to not get stuck anymore. Think of something new.

But. Distraction Number One. 
you see what I did there? I'm assigning numbers, and that means I'm getting objective. that's a bad thing.
 
I have a copy of the key to my mom's car. I'm taking an online course now. I can go see R rated movies, just because. Black Swan anyone?

A good friend of mine told me crushes are supposed to be fun. So this will be completely frivolous, I decided. 

bumbumbum,bumbumbum,bumbumbum,bumbumbum,bumbumbum,bumbumbum,bumbumbumbumbumbum.