07.12.2002 | 12:34 p.m.
I will hide under my blankets forever.

Yesterday afternoon after class, I was standing with Jesse and Marjorie outside Briggs Hall when Nick came and stood with us. "You. I need to talk to you." he said, pulling my arm. "Excuse me, girls." I waved at them with my free hand, helplessly tagging behind Nick. "What's up,Nick?" "I...have a story to tell you."

As it turns out, the story was not as exciting as I hoped it would be. I would rehash it here, but truth be told, it isn't really worth getting into. Who wants to hear about bad grades and bitchy group leaders? Well, *I* did but that's for obvious reasons. I empathised, sympathised, rubbed his shoulders to calm him down.

"You know what I want?"

"What do you want,Nick?"

"I want to build a country filled with people like you and me. That's what I want."

"Yeah, really. We should breed..." At this point, I realised what I'd said. So I blushed, looked at my feet and mumbled. "Cool people. We should uh, breed cool people..."

Luckily, he was seething and wasn't really paying attention. At least I hope he wasn't.

Good God, talk about Freudian train wrecks.

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