Been sick lately. I had a feeling it was coming, but it's about done with though. Some gross throat thing. Blargle.
The rest of this post is going to be all about my lovely boyfriend, Jesse. Just a warning for those of you not wanting to hear about my mushy-musho romanticle girly feelings.
Jesse skipped school on Friday, even though I asked him to please not to. But then I was sick, so he went and did it. Now he's grounded and I probably wont see him again for a week. Gah. I thought I might say something mean and sexist here, but I wont.. Because I wont.
He came to see me while I was sick. He always does. It's so sweet of him, especially since i'm gross looking and sweaty and all of that other stuff when i'm sick.
He wins, even if he is big lout. (I am in love with my lout.)
On wednesday, Jesse met me by the bussstop after school. I jumped up on him, threw my arms round him and gave him a big wet one. The people who spotted us from the bus cheered us on. (Though maybe they were actually jeering us on?) I relised once again that I am so lucky I have him. What did I do to end up with someone like him? He's everything I'm not. He completes me. We make up for each others weaknesses in character. He's popular and muscely and knows kung-fu. Ooh. There's nothing I like better then touching his muscles. I love his back. I like to come up behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulder and resting my head in the crook of his neck.
I am completely at his mercy.


