Please Stand So Close to Me

I am madly in love with my gay, bow-tie wearing, Glee watching Voting Theory Professor.

It was pretty much Love At First Sight. The second he walked into the classroom sporting a bow tie and tattoos, I knew.

The first time I ever had a crush on a teacher was in 8th grade. My Spanish Teacher. He was the coolest: he liked all of the music I liked and he was funny and, if we're being honest, he was pretty cute. I know I was not the only one who felt this way. Why else would the entire Female 8th Grade Population hang out in his classroom at lunch? This was the only explanation. Only I did not see them as legitimate competition, for they did not understand him the way I understood him. I mean, we liked the SAME MUSIC. Obviously it was meant to be.

Of course I forgot about him once I started High School, where I do not believe I had a single crush on a teacher.  No...wait. Sophomore Geometry Teacher. He was pretty fantastic.... But that was pretty much it.

Now when I use the word crush, I do not use it seriously. "Crush" does not equal "Legitimate, Heart-Wrenching, Soul Consuming Love." Anyone who uses the word "crush" in that manner is probably a moron. I tend to opt for the ironic use of the word. (I think I tend to do most things ironically, as much as it pains me to admit. I just can't suppress my hipster tendencies.)

Back to the present. For the first time in my existence, I wish that I needed to take more math classes so that I could be taught by this magnificent human being. However, I have a friend (ANOTHER ONE?! This one you may remember as the fellow who asked for my number on the first day of school....) who is a math major. Perhaps there will be a day or two where I happen to be with said friend when he must interact with a certain Math Professor. "Oh, hello again. Remember me? Of course you do. I am radiantly beautiful and charmingly hilarious. Shall we discuss bow-ties over a cup of coffee? Or tea, if you prefer. I could go either way. Perhaps you could, too...."

This is getting out of hand. I better stop.

I didn't blog yesterday.

Whoops. In my defense, I had a ton of homework and my friend Kensie (You read that right, folks. A FRIEND. You may remember her as the previously mentioned Whovian.) knocked on my door last night and was like, hey, want to see a play for free?! And I was like, DUH. So we saw Linfield's production of The Fifth of July. It was a preview, so that's why it was free, and the opening is tonight. It was very good! I experienced much enjoyment while I feasted my eyes upon the actors and watched their mouths move and heard the words that came out of those mouths and laughed when it was appropriate, etc.

Brb going to Starbucks. AKA my second home LOL AMIRITE.

It's midnight. Better publish this masterpiece.

The Dentist and Some Other Things

Guess what I did today?

That's right, I went to the dentist, for what I am HOPING is the final time I will have to go for something other than a cleaning. I got a permanent crown put on the tooth that suffered through a root canal, so now I can eat on both sides of my mouth like a normal human being. I cannot even express the joy I am feeling right now at the idea of never having my mouth numbed so someone can shave away part of my bone and pull the nerves out of my face. Ecstatic.

In other news, you may have noticed that it is November. If you have not noticed, maybe you ate too much candy last night and are in a sugar coma. That's fine, I'll be here for you when you recover. For those of you who are here  with me right now, and conscious, you may be wondering "Summer, you said you were going to do NaNoWriMo. It's November! Are you doing it?!" The answer is: No. Why? A few reasons. One, I have a hard enough time as it is getting my school work done that adding the daunting task of writing a 50,000 word novel would literally kill me. (My body is a microchip.) (Parks and Rec? Anyone? Well anyway...) Two, um, that's kind of the only reason. BUT- I decided that I am going to blog every day this month. That's an okay compromise, right? Yes, it is. If you said no, then get out. I don't want your kind here.

I don't have anything else to say now and I have homework to do so I will see you tomorrow byeeeeeee!

Here are some photographs of my campus looking pretty: