All through the week I keep thinking of things I could blog about, but then when I actually go to blog I can't think of a single thing to say.

But at least I'm blogging, LIZ!

I suppose I could blog about Hot Guy. How embarrassing, though, because what if he Googles himself and finds my site. Surely I'd be the first hit if you did a search for "Hot Guy", right? Anyway, it's not so much about HG, but about what a complete dork I am.

HG is a guy in my real estate class. He's from another country that I haven't guessed yet because I'm not culturally competent. All I know, is that he is beautiful. BEAUTIFUL, I TELL YOU, and has an accent, which makes everything he says adorable. I'm lucky, because he sits by me. He's usually a pretty quiet guy, only he's attempted small talk a few times to be kind to the poor retarded girl who sits next to him. (that would be me, for anyone not paying attention)

Let's review some of the stunning dialogue we've shared:

Are you cold?
Mungh-huh

Hi, how are you?
....... uhmm........ good.. I'mgoodareyougood?

What are we doing this week?
Math.
Are you good at math?
Me? Uhh.. no, I mean, no. I.. uhm don't like it.
I don't really like it either.
*This is met by a bunch of nervous laughter and gibberish, and the phrase "Math is bad."*

MATH. IS BAD.

*about Misty* She looks like she understands it. (the math, that is)
She's smart!!

Oh, how I wish I was telling the jokes to you. If he's not around, of course, I can make the sentences. If we go outside and smoke he always talks on his cell phone far away from us. (I wonder why) I pretend he's talking to his girlfriend and I make up the things he says to amuse Misty. Misty said he probably says "The girl sitting next to me won't stop gawking at me."

Gawk is such an ugly word. I prefer "gets lost in his beauty".

I'm so lame. I should have blogged the story about me getting locked in the bathroom stall at the Econo Lodge. That actually makes me sound cooler than this one.