He loves me. You're probably thinking, which one?--Perfectboy or Sunday School teacher (whom we'll call 'Mr. Brown Eyes' from now on. [Others have contested my assertion that he has brown eyes, but I should know. I stared at them for an hour during Sunday school class.]) Oh yeah, I'm talking about Mr. Brown Eyes.

Okay, so I only think I know what he's thinking, and he probably doesn't actually love me. He's got a crush though. I'm almost certain of it.

I've fallen hard for this guy I only barely know. I love his eyes and the way he smiles. I love the way he dresses and his sense of style.

Perfectboy was a perfect gentleman (of course) during the formal dance. I had a great time, in fact. He is both funny and kind; a good combination. But the fact is, I spent too much of the evening scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Mr. Brown Eyes. You can't help who you love I guess.

I also saw an old friend at the dance, Ms. Yellowducky, who says that she is well but unable to access diaryland. Technical difficulties prevent her from updating, but she is able to read other diaries. She says 'hi' to all.

More to come later on the lifeblood soap opera. We can only hope it has a happy ending.

Song on my life soundtrack: Life on a Chain, Pete Yorn

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