the adventures of allen & toni''

I'm sure that for any of you that are paying attention, the whole Allen & Toni timeline doesn't make a lot of sense. 

It's okay.

It doesn't make much sense to me either. 

The day that Allen told me that "friendzoned" didnt describe our relationship. "sisterzoned" was the appropriate word:

The second day Allen ever grabbed my hand. He was super smooth, and I took the chance to tell him that I wasn't looking for a relationship, and that I just wanted to date around. He flashed gangster signs, I told him to stop, and then made a weird face when he flashed "I love you" in sign language. See Below. 

Fast Forward.

Like two days after he managed to plant one on me. More than a month after the idea of kissing me occurred to him. 

P.S. The paint colors don't taste good. 

We're both cougars fans. He bought me a ticket to the game. I don't even think I held his hand. 

This might be the moment that I started to fall really hard for him. They both stuck their heads out the window and enjoyed the wind in their faces, and I apparently find that to be a really attractive quality. It makes my heart melt. 

We were matching Zombies for Halloween. The makeup brings out his pretty eyes. 

...

To be continued. 

Creepy Hallways and such.

About 45 minutes ago, I set off on an adventure to find my math class. I found it. In a creepy basement. I didn't want to brave the cold to go back to the student center, so I located a lonely table and chair in the creepy basement instead. I like it. This might be my new chill-spot on campus. 

If you're concerned for my safety, don't fret. There's a nice "Rescue Assistance" button next to my little table. And a fire alarm. 

I'm definitely ready for a nap. Only two more classes to go. Who goes to school from 8:30 Am to 7:50 pm? This crazy girl. 

I'm terrible at writing

College starts up again next week, and I get to spend mornings (and afternoons) on the frontrunner with free wifi, and that sounds like an adventure and the perfect opportunity to blog a little more... depending on my homework load. It also sounds like the perfect opportunity to run into people that refuse to talk to me. Oh, goody. Maybe I can make amends? Thank him for introducing me to my handsome boyfriend? Be friends again? We'll see. 

Am I excited to go back to school? Yes & No. I really don't want to take a math class, but alas, I have to. But I also get to take a video production class and that makes me so excited that I want to do a little happy dance. I sense a lot of stress this semester. Hang on folks, it's gonna be a bumpy ride.

The semester hasn't even started, and I'm already freaking out about finals week.