I talked to him.

(His name is Christian, by the way.) He actually officially knows that I'm alive now haha. Partly because I accidentally walked right into him (at high speeds

) while going into geometry class as he was going out, and, um...that was awkward.

But then I had a nice little polite conversation with him later so all good, right? (Nooo...

) The major plus side is that I'm starting to be friends with this girl named Maddie, who is very good friends with Christian.

Anyway. He's always so nice and polite and respectful and everything. Which is really unusual with tenth grade guys. And I'm probably going to be having a permanent girly squealing attack for the rest of my life.