I practically stood still showing no expression. But inside, I was ready to melt right then and there.

JAMESJAMESJAMESJAMESJAMESSSSSSS....... *SWOON~*

It is getting worse. The sight of him (dancing) makes me want to scream, and my heart leaps with joy whenever he is right next to me. Even more when he talks to me. I am afraid, though I would not be surprised if one day, I would just go hysterical at the mere consciousness of his presence. Damned, I know.

Well. It's the hormones' fault. And his beautiful face's fault. And ADOLESCENCE's fault!

But don't worry, because I've still got some 'normal bones' within me. He and his voice annoys me as well.

It was the opening of the Intramurals earlier. I should not have attended after all because:

- We were in GSP uniform. It was ridiculous.
- At the end of the day, I was just pissed off.

But if I did not attend, I would have missed the:

- We were able to change into our TLE shirts and jugging pants.
- I witnessed James dance.
- I witnessed the parade of the muses.

And I did not want to miss those.
~(8:31 AM)

Call me Mary. Mary is not my real name but I am not telling my real name either.

Oh, no. I will not pepper you with rants and fangirling this time. In fact, you will find here my excuses why I stop writing my fanfics right at the climax.

I will put the affiliates section back if you drop a tag and tell me to link you.




Intramurals
Computer Top Students
Card Release
Forum Launch
Finding a new partner in crime or not
Writing the 4th Chapter of The Queen Bee



September 2009

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