So. I’m in Law class and in my bag is sitting the book “The Shark Texts”. I did not leave the house with this book. I did not obtain it on the way to school. I did not receive it from my law teacher because she knows how much I love books.
Instead, I received it from Ging. Yep, short for Ginger, because that will be his codename on here. Maroo and Meghan know who he is. That’s the important thing. I don’t even know what I’m going to do with my life. He picked it up, read it and thought of me. I’m going to take that as a good sign.
There’s also the whole mess with Davis. I think that needs to either be kiboshed or accelerated. Seven and a half months of dancing around each other is probably more than time enough.
I went there on Saturday night/Sunday morning. There was a lot of discussion, a lot of awkward silence, and a lot of “Ten points, Mindy.” I think I’m going to say either it happens by the new year or I take Baz Lurhmann’s advice. “Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.”
Unrelated: I love Chuck Klosterman.
