Monday, the start of a new week.
I have no idea why, but it always gets me anxious. I get nervous anxiety from the start of something new.
I'm sure that I'm not the only one it happens to. I shower and got ready for school a little high-spiritedly than I care to admit. Let's go see what they think about me not coming to their little party. I hope this deters Wolfe from acting strangely around me. Classic wooing behavior like his friends called it.
It is there so much in his actions that I cannot pretend that I don't see it. He hurries to sit besides me during lunch and whenever we take the same classes.
He behaves like a lost puppy around me. And with his lame jokes, "Do you know that if you clean a vacuum cleaner you become a vacuum cleaner?" Was that supposed to be funny? I pretended it was though.
If I was not so big on tolerance and good at pretending I might have smashed his head against the desk or on a wall.
