Accidently on Purpose

My head hurts really bad.

I had a lab today and we messed with some weird chemicals that i may or may not have totally inhaled. Sure they say don't inhale the stuff, but there are about 30 students squeezed into a small lab room, handling, dropping, spilling waste everyday...you can't help but inhale some of the stuff accidentally when it's every where around you. Needless to say i am feeling very sick, and am cursing the fact that i have three exams this week.

I had been working on my nerves for this coming week because i had planned to say Hi to Music Boy. I had planned to go to the Amnesty International meeting, i had planned a lot of things, but putting all sorry excuses aside i have an Ochem, Theory and European Lit exam, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and when i haven't been camped out in the library i have been passed out in my bed. My theory professor keeps remarking on how hard his tests are, and because he doesn't seem like a man who lies i have been studying like no ones business.

Amnesty meeting...totally not attending, can't do it, i don't fail my test to say hi to a boy who i may or may not even be crushin on. So i instead was planning a little "bump into him while i walk" scheme

I use to do when i was younger. Being extraordinarily clumsy has it perks. You bump into someone, do the quick and cute conversation about how clumsy i am, flash a winning smile and...KAZAAM...i have started a conversation.

Me and Music Boy always kind of run into each other in the morning. It's like that stupid Howie Day Song "You and i Collide"...except thus far there has been no collision. Only misses. So i was thinking, if i happen to bump into to Music Boy ,well then I'd have to say something, even if it was "sorry I'm a clumsy fool". The plan was error proof. I would leave my English class as i had always done, equipped with a book that i would read while i was walking, i would be so immersed in the book that i would "not" notice Music boy as he runs into me(or vice versa).

As soon as i would bump into him, dropping book, i would say something like:

Me: this is why i don't read and walk at the same time, not a talent i have acquired i guess.

He would say something brief, i would smile, and then yadda yadda yadda i would have said something to him and at least made a very cute if not awkward impression.

What i wasn't counting on was my English teacher going over the 50 minutes we are suppose to have. I bolted from the room, book in hand, iPod dangling on the ground and ran towards the center of campus. I don't even think the book was upright, as i was literally dropping everything around me.

Music boy....no where in sight. I put my book in my book bag and trudge along to work, where who come strolling my way...you guessed it Music Boy. He was late i was early(from the running apparently) and my chance was gone.

F*cking English.

maybe i should try a new technique other than one i mastered when i was 12. I don't see how it worked then, it sure as hell didn't work today.

A good old "hello" will have to do.

Time to study. Nietzsche is calling me.