(You don't really need to read the rest of this entry; it goes in a predictable direction from here.)
. . . Basically, I have a very high school-style crush. With all of the HHHHRRRRRRRRGGHHHHH WHAT DO I DO HALP that pertains to such things.
I feel like I should stop being such a whiny, socially awkward person and just go ahead and ask her out; for God's sake, Hester, you're 23 years old, now act like it.
AND. Today she sat next to me. And it seemed to me like it might have been a purposeful sitting-next-to, but I'm not sure and and and
And so forth.