my guitar teacher is hot. but at least he's just a grad student. that's ok, right?
but i was faced with the harsh realization that i'm not half the rock god i thought i was. that was harsh. and hot mike (teacher) knows that i'm not so good. but he said this was the class i should be in, so it's ok. i think i may have to visit him during office hours.
no i'm not a sicko, nor do i advocate lechery (lechery? not really, he's just a grad student) but i will probably need extra help. and i'm not shamelessly flirting in class! i don't know how... "oh, i broke a string! mr. teacher man, please come help me! teehee!" "oh i dropped my guitar pick... again! i'll just have to bend over..." no. i leave that for the sorority girls, who all match. freaky. marcus said they all come out of the same xerox machine on the fourth floor of leavey library. i have to agree.
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the sorority girls go to the library?
so you're taking band as one of your classes? is it like an elective or a full blown course? i'm going to take yoga, so i'm sorta in five classes (more than most people! i'm so cool).
nope i'm just in a guitar class.
newsflash: boy in humanities course= paul= stud. but word on the street is he might have a thing for somebody else.
but! the observant lindy noticed that we were the only two in class wearing all-stars. we're totally meant for each other... he just hasn't figured that out yet.
Wow. It's the first week of classes and already there's drama.
no! no drama! read my comment on maddy's blog (i realized it might be confusing, but i wrote about him on maddy's blog) no drama
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