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Nerd Alert!

We're starting archery in gym which is exciting because we'll FINALLY be done with ping pong but scary because most people in that class have the maturity of a five year old. And those arrows are sharp. I'd very much like to not die! The bestby's excited because he can be like Legolas from Lord o the Rings. We got into a whole discussion about how those elves don't have time to make cookies in trees because they're too busy fighting orks. It's so cuuuttteeee to have a boyfriend who's nerdy like me! This morning he told me that Orlando Bloom's hotter in Pirates than Lord of the Rings and I have to agree. He's only ok with me saying actors are hot if he thinks they are too. At least he has good taste. Hahahaha :) And hey, it's ok he likes that elf princess, she's really pretty! I will admit it. I like her better than the blonde.

 He is bringing his index finger to the corner of his mouth, the proper form. Bahahaha.
I've finally figured out how to do my hair like him! By the way.

So back in 10th grade when we were talking about the Cold War, my teacher told us that he got his first reaaaallllll kiss in a bomb shelter. And the bestby has that teacher this year. I told him he should ask him how he feels about bomb shelters. Well today we were walking out of school and this other teacher scared the CRAP out of me, I screamed so loud. It was embarrassing. But then the bomb shelter teacher was also there so we ran over to him and the bestby asked him about bomb shelters and he laughed so hard and said he was glad I remembered the important things from American History. I informed him I still remembered Thomas Granger as well ;) I love teachers they're so amazing. 

And although there are some very pretty actors out there in the world, I just wanted to clear it up that I think the most handsome man ever is this one :) He hits on me while making pig faces :) 



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