Well, to be perfectly honest that is going around, but not as much as the illness FAR worse and FAR more painful (both to have and to witness...): the infamous, the audacious, the beau-dacious
LOVE BUG!
Indeed, Spring Fling Fever is in full swing in the little ol' town of Claremont. I have no idea why or when, but a week or two ago everybody was hit. And hit HARD.
Take for example, two of my friends who magically got significant others within the same week!
My one friend Elena has been flirting on and off with this one boy, we call him "T.C." but his real name is Thomas, and it was cute. For the first little while.
Anyone with eyes could see that she had fallen hard and fast for this tall hunk-cough- I mean average Joe with glasses, on the football team, and a bass voice in choir. (She's a soprano! Perfect!) As predicted TC was soon into Elena as well, and the rest is history.
My second friend, Scott (kind of an odd character, but a really sweet guy), just recently mustered up the courage to ask a girl in our seminary class, Kalyn, out. As in OUT out. Girlfriend status. Everyone knew within the first two days what had happened, and now everyone has just been fawning all over them. It's not hard to see why. They are made for each other...at least it would seem.
Well, let's tone all these shenanigans down to reality.
Is it me, or has anyone ever noticed that whenever a couple on a TV show (the kind of couple that the audience knows that they both love each other, and so do the couple, but neither will do anything about it; they refuse to raise their relationship above 'just friends') finally gets together that the ending result is just kind of......blah? I mean, all of the romantic tension has built and built, but then when the moment comes, you just wanna say 'Awww......lame.'
No? Really? Well then I guess it's just me.
Anyways, that is exactly how I feel.
This liberal misting of the Love Febreeze is getting old. Fast. Too much love. Too much!!! Even too much for an Australian ballroom! (Strictly Ballroom reference....)
I'll admit, I'm a sucker for romance and for getting all mushy-gushy with my own Snugglebunny, but come on people!
Weirdos.
