Almost done cleaning room because that place was a disaster area.

Thinking about future hookup and how to make myself in charge so it doesn't feel like some booty call thing.

Also thinking about how to tell my friends that they're totally weird to hang with because they can't stop touching for 5 seconds. Maybe I'm jealous because I don't have a straight-up boyfriend.

Whatever, I'm happy somewhat. No. Not satisfied, not happy. More like excited about the future. After all, this is what I said I wanted. Just someone to fool around with.

Can't stop thinking about it.

Still peeling the layers.

I wish I was Cameron.