The Quarterback Dilemma

Sunday 2 June

I've just found this diary. I was trawling through my incredibly disorganized documents folder on my laptop when I stumbled across it. I read it all in one go cringing at my soul searching. Two months of obsessive thoughts all poured out onto a Word document. What an embarrassing idiot I was!

Three years of college have taught me a few things. Firstly, some good-looking guys are Dicks but some of them are quite nice. Secondly, guys come and go, friends stay. Thirdly, it's not so bad being the centre of attention (also a bit hard to avoid when you're a Drama major). And finally, it's not a good idea to mix hard liquor with recreational drugs.

There is one of those nice good-looking guys in my bed right now. He is lying on his back, fast asleep with his mouth slightly open. He is totally naked and I am taking a moment to have a good look at his FREAKING FANTASTIC body. According to Stu, he was cute when he was 12, well I can vouch for the fact that he's damn cute now.

'Hey Douche, wake up!' I shout.

He jumps as if shot, 'Christ Emily, can't you ever use my name?'

I am going to put my laptop down now and kiss his stupid mouth.