angel and my lust for my professor

This may be so wrong of me... but I lust after my history professor.

With his adorable smile, his adorably parted hair, his adorably geeky outfit, his adorably lame jokes, and his adorable, adorable, adorable eyes. XDXDXDXDXDXD I feel like I'm back in high school again, where I stared dreamily at my math teacher for the entire period because he was too cute to ignore. That was the best year I've ever done in math, I do believe. Odd, what motivates us when you're in the midst of your hormones.

But coming back to this Professor... oh, wow. I sound so much like a hormonally-imbalanced teen, but... he's so HOT! I am in love with him, and I can hear the alarm bells go ding! ding! ding! since he's in his early thirties (ONLY early thirties) and I can so tell that he's in love with me back.

Stalker-syndrome overplaying in my head again. *whacks brain with a book*

Argh. This makes Valentine's Day all the more chilling. I so do not want to be mooning woman.

( Angel-Spoilers )

And now. I'm off. A reading tonight with David something? "Confessions of a Homeless Boy" is the title, I think, but I can't be sure. I hope it's good. *crosses fingers*

Huunnggrrryyy (for Professor! >_<), so I'm off to go have some dinner first.