So… It has come to this.

I have been spending my days cooped up in our office doing summer school, as of late. Online summer school, and the crazy thing is, it has slowly crept in and stolen my livelihood. I had an online chat with my math teacher on Thursday, I believe, so I got to hear his voice but that was about it. Apparently it made an impact on me, because I dreamed that night that we did a video chat, in which he was surprisingly attractive, and obsessed with doing cartwheels.

You may not think this is too bizarre, but then it just gets better.
This evening, I sat down to do a little more work, and when I clicked on the video link to watch my lesson, I was at first shocked and appalled that the online professor had changed his shirt! In all the other videos, he’d been wearing a navy blue shirt, and now he had the gall to wear MINT GREEN?!?! DID HE NOT REALIZE HE WAS THROWING OFF MY EDUCATIONAL GROOVE?????

After calming down and accepting it, I realized I had just gotten all hot and bothered by a teensy little thing like shirt color. I shrugged it off, and as the video went on, I thought to myself, “man I missed you.”

Whoa. I missed my online math teacher? He’s not even my teacher, he just makes videos for a textbook company and I watch them as part of my class! He’s a RECORDING. And I MISSED HIM.

The fact that I was excited brings me to tears, almost. It’s ridiculous.
I guess I’m just… Falling in love with him. I look forward to seeing him every day, I enjoy his weak attempts at humor, and I can’t find it in me to tease him, even though these videos are about 8 years old and he isn’t today’s version of “handsome”.
I guess my summer romance this year will be a one-sided affair.

At least I get to spend my days with this hunk:

Professor Edward Burger… Oh yeah, baby.
What a babe.
Rreow.
What. A. Fox.

I sure love my boyfriend!

-DQ#1

***UPDATE: I am now following him on Twitter. Ain’t you jealous??***

Fine Print.

I consider myself reasonably attractive. Which is good, because I kinda have to live with my face, so I might as well enjoy it, no? On some occasions, others have pointed out my physical attractiveness, and I have tried to accept it graciously. Sometimes, however, I’m at a loss as to what, exactly, I should say in response.

Take today, for example.

It started out like any other Thursday evening… Just kidding. I was returning from frolicking at my good friend Draven’s house, and we got to a red light. So I stopped, like the good citizen I am, and paused to look at the scenery, which there wasn’t much of, since we were on Horne and Brown. I looked to my left, and I noticed the car next to me had a window, which was rolling down so the passenger could… Hit on me??

“Man, girl… You fine,” the passenger said seductively. I sat there, still staring at him through my sunglasses.
Hey, he’s talking to YOU, my inner voice said. I snapped out of my bewildered reverie in time for him to say it again.

“Girl… You FINE!” the man enthused. I grinned bemusedly at him, and he responded with a bro nod.

I actually don’t know how to classify it, so I’ll just call it a bro nod. You know, where they kinda jerk their chin up really quick, so it’s just kind of a nod? A bro nod? That’s just what I’m going to call it. Bros nod to each other, okay? They do the bro nod.

Anyway, so he does the bro nod, and I still just sat there. I mean, I was in a car at a red light. What else was I supposed to even do? So I said, in the most mature voice I could muster given the circumstances, “Thank you, sir.”
 And with that, the light turned green and I sped off, before he could memorize my license plate number or the color of my hair.

I had just been hit on by a somewhat creepy, fully-grown black man. What? I took a moment to take it in, and then I got a case of the nervous giggles. I squeaked out to Draven (who I was dropping off at work, since he works like two minutes away from my house),
“Did you HEAR THAT??!”
“Yeah, you just got majorly hit on!”
I mulled it over the rest of the way home.
A strange black dude thought I was fine. I guess I’m doing something right!

-DQ#1

Summer of donation

So for some reason I never posted this, but here you go:
Today, (Tuesday, May 28) I did something I’ve wanted to do for a while now:
I donated blood!
I don’t know why I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I’m glad to finally have done it. I feel good knowing my blood will go to someone in need. I will save a life by my small, simple donation. I don’t know where it’s going to go, or who it will help, but I am okay with that! It feels good to have done it anyway.
I didn’t go alone, however. Nosiree! Julia and my Daddy tagged along! Well, Dad came because he needed to sign a permission slip. But whatever. He still donated, and that is SO AWESOME. The three of us came together and gave just a little blood, but who knows what it’ll be used for? I’m so excited to donate again. I’ve already set a date for my second donation! I want this to be an ongoing thing. I like the idea of helping people with simple means. I’m healthy. I’ve got enough blood to spare. Why not give it to someone in need? It was such a fun experience, too! The nurses were really so happy, helpful and nice, and I think the fact that I’m so outgoing really helped. Being an extroverted person really comes in handy sometimes!
Oddly enough, the worst part for me was the preliminary finger pricking. I didn’t like that at all! But it was worth it, and it was over quickly.
I liked getting my blood drawn. It was weird, but after they stuck my arm, it wasn’t such a big deal. My issue was the size of the needle, because that was frickin’ HUGE. Ugh ugh ugh ugh!! I don’t even wanna think about it. I loved chatting with the nurses, and they were really so nice. Go donate. They’re kind people! I didn’t even faint, like I was afraid I would!
I’m so glad Julia and Dad donated with me. It wouldn’t have been the same if it was just me, honestly.

-DQ#1