So I'd figured out how I was gonna ask out the girl of my dreams. Our friendship has included building snowmen on a whim, watching pixar movies, going to concerts, and talking about/watching Pokemon, and she is literally the cutest girl I've ever met. I was going to ask her to dinner in a way it's obviously a date (apparently that's not already apparent by just asking a girl to dinner, this college dating scene is confusing), then just be honest with her about how I feel at the end of the date. Credible sources have reassured me this was good, and call me hopeful, but I think she'd have said yes. All of this was set to go down today and tomorrow (I'm pretty familiar with her schedule, wednesday nights are basically the only time she has to do something like that), and then last night I got the GODDAMN STOMACH FLU.
Forget the fact that, due to conference scheduling issues, I'm going to have to beg my professor for a week-long extension on this paper. I'm way more irritated about this.
she's so fucking cute you guys
