squee-age

There is a Boy.

I like this Boy.

There is a chance He likes me.


*SQUEE!*

His name is David and he's the nephew/something similar of our almost-neighbor/friend/supplier-of-goat-milk, Sandy...and...and...we went to go get milk today 'cause we were out, and I noticed him as I drove up, so while Sandy and my mum were talking, I walked down to where he was...he's younger than I am, apparently, though it can't be by much...he's fifteen at the youngest. And he's so nice! He taught me things about his '65 truck, I think it was a Chevy or something...so doublesquee! *likes old cars*

....

...I'm really stoopid and girlish right now. But SQUEE!