listening:: Before I Die by Mushroomhead
There's this guy that Nana used to like named York but for some reason my brain thinks his name is Troy, so that's what I call him. But that doesn't matter. What does matter is that this picture of him in our yearbook looks dangerously like Devon. It makes me happy that I have something to look at that reminds me heavily of him, but it makes me incredibly sad because I don't know if I'll ever see him again, and even if I do, I doubt I'll have the courage to say anything (especially anything witty).
Meagan has invited me to go ice skating with her and some other people that I haven't seen since sixth grade, so I'm looking forward to it. Knowing me, though, I'll probably fall on my ass and...well...make an ass out of myself.
I wish I knew that Devon would say yes if I asked him to come with me to go ice skating. Oh dear, I seem to be obsessing over him, don't I? I really should move on.