How can my day go wrong when first thing in the morning a really cute guy sits me in class and apologizes so nicely just for putting up his desk table? And god did he smell good.

And then he pulled out a a magazine...filled with CD reviews. And the music junkie in me got way too curious so I kind of snuck trying to see what magazine it was (and see if there was a Clay review in there! I saw Chingy and that just came out too, so why not Clay?)

At the end he was putting the table back and apologized again. And then I remembered how good he smelled and a ton of thoughts came rushing into my head at once:

you smell good. you're hot. who are you/what's your name? what was that magazine you were reading? can I have you? do you have a girlfriend?

Then the other cute guy I've ran into about a million times by now stopped and asked me a question this morning. Course, it was about statistics and I had to tell him I had no idea, I'm awful at math.

God I hope today is a good day. It better be.