Am I the only person who hates this feeling?

You know, that feeling whenever you look at a guy you just turn red and your cheeks get hot and your words turn into lsfkhsdkfjhslkjfasjhdfkas?

Yeah. Then why does it keep happening to me.

So I like this guy.

His name is Chris.

As you may have read in my last blog post, my English teacher knows that I like him.

Now, my teacher is super cool. Like he's the best teacher I've ever had and we get along really well.

So when I was at parent-teacher interviews the other night, I could tell he had something up his sleeve just the way he looked at me when I sat down.

"Oh . What's he going to tell my parents now?" I thought.

Sure enough we got on the topic of Highschool and how I'm ing mortified kind of scared for it, so he reassured me and all that stuff and said "You know you could bring you mark up in English, blah blah blah."

"Maybe you should stop talking to some of the boys. Like Chris."

and then he smiles like the biggest douchebag in the whole world.

dun dun ing dun.

So I started blushing and trying to avoid the conversation but NOPE. My mom insisted on learning more about how I've been talking to this mysterious Chris boy.

My teacher did say that I do work hard and I deserve to have some fun every now and again and he's proud of me for working hard blah blah blah.

So in the end I turned red and began hating my teacher for the rest of ing eternity, and as we were leaving, I was walking towards the door and I hear "Taylor!" from my teacher. I turn around and look to see him standing up.

He mouths to me, 'Who is it? Is it Chris ______?"

I just nod.

All you hear in the silent gym, "Good for you Taylor!!"

Well the next 4 months of English class are going to be ing hell and torcher. 

Anyways, so I like Chris and it is damn ing obvious he likes me back.

I mean, if my teachers can tell, it's pretty obvious.

More and Chris and I,

our school had our annual ski trip at the beginning of the month, and I didn't rally have anyone to hang out with, since my bestfriend ditched lessons and hung out with some people that I feel awkward with, and Chris and I were the only snowboarders in our lesson, and I Was the only girl.

You can imagine how that went.

Long story short, I got snow all up my shirt and my back in hurt the day after.

Anyways, on the chair lifts at the hill we went to, they can fit up to 3 people, but since there was 4 of us hanging out -Chris, Austin, Mark and I- and 2 of us snowboarded and the other two skiied, we did the logical thing and I went up with Chris and Austin and Mark went up together.

Well it wasn't hard to spot the fact that Chris and I were sitting together becasue Chris has a bright Yellow Jacket and I have the same colour of ski pants. 

So all you hear from all my friends at the bottom of hill,

"WHEELS."

Urban Dictionary Definition of Wheeling- 

Yeah, that's ing exactly what it means.

So everyone  knows that Chris has wheels on me and I have Wheels on Chris.

I had to go through that for 6 hours.

Plus the next week.

And another Ski trip.

So yeah. 

Oh and I'm going to play Dungeons and Dragons with Chris and some of our mutual friends at the Library tomorrow.

Yay! :D