My Love Journal

So like, theres this girl I see in class all the time - she actually sits right in front of me. I think her name is Cathy? Catalina? Maybe Casey? Whatever her name is it doesn't matter cause she must be the prettiest girl I ever saw. When she bounces into class with her bulbous frame, and her jubilant smile, all my woes are thrown to the wayside. I mean, how is one to focus in the presence of such beauty. It is truly an impossible task. I've found myself absolutely downtrodden for this woman and decided to cultivate a digital shrine for my short goddess.

To the left is a poem I've written straight from my heart. I've truly outdone myself on this one I think, and I hope she thinks the same when I eventually give it to her in class tomorrow on Valentine's Day. I truly am very happy that such a holiday exists because it gives me a perfectly good reason to do this stuff without looking like a creep.

To the right is a box containing links to all of the things that I wish that I could show the girl. There's even one video in there that is well... meant for her birthday. I don't think that she knows about it, because she never told me about her birthday actually. In fact she's never communicated with me at all. I found her birthday in the school registry, along with her adress, phone number, email, and social security number.

I am not a creep!

Below are many photos I've pulled from my dreams. I've been having many dreams with this girl recently, and I'm hoping they're not just dreams, but also a vision of my future with her. I need this baddie bro.

Pocket Sized Love

That girl who sits just ahead of me

I know she's far out of my reach

But when I see her smile it fills my heart with glee

And pushes me to breach

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I've known her for quite some time

Or rather I've known of her

For this woman I'd commit any crime

Even a MURDER

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Why, oh why won't she acknowledge my presence

I follow her wherever she does go

Doesn't she know that it is her essence

Which makes my heart glow

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I'd be remiss if I were not to mention

Her wonderfully petite stature

Like a penguin in all of her intentions

If she were a piplup I'd definitely catch her

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Yes it's very, very true

I'm in love with that girl obviously

I just hope that one day I can call her my boo

And take her anywhere she may want to be

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I can already see the future

We're sitting together on a boat

So maybe its time to cast out my lure

Yes, this beauty I will dote

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By the end of this month I will make her mine

And by the next year we will be married

I just wish I could live forever in this time

Where with overwhelming feelings of endearment I am constantly harried

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I could go on for quite a while

Something about that girl turns me on

If I could write this poem in a different style

It would definitely be placed in the necronomicon

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What do I mean by this, you must be thinking

Well did I mention how her voice is strikingly heavenly

Or how her hobbit like figure is absolutely alluring

Excuse me if I have naughty thoughts about her incessantly

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And so I must halt this literary serenade

For I cannot hold thoughts like these in forever

They must burst out in a boisterous parade

Dedicated to this short queen, from her secret lover

Look at this beauty. If only this was real life. Maybe it can be real life if I just believe hard enough. Tomorrow I'll tell that girl How I really feel, and hopefully she'll feel the same. Then we can live the rest of our lives happily together!