Love Is Just A Name

Alright, let me let you all in on a little something. I have heard about a girl in the past couple of days who thinks I'm pretty cute. Her name is Caitlin. I first heard about her last Friday, Lauren came up to me and said " Guess what, a friend of mine thinks you're cute." I was like oh yea...whats his name. (Sorry, had to throw in the daily gay joke) She was serious, and it made my day. All weekend thats all i could think about was this mystery girl. Even at Whitney's party thats all I could think about. I kept wondering, who is she? Then yesterday someone IMed me and I didn't know who it was. Sure enough it was her, I was like man this is too good to be true. All of the time I spent trying to find someone, I finally gave up and *POOF* someone finds me. How often does that happen? I don't even know what I did. See, here's the catch Caitlin walks by me every black day while I'm waiting to go to astronomy. She first got interest in me when she saw me hugging Lauren. She asked her about me and I guess she liked what she heard. So, she knows who I am, but I have no idea who she is. All I know is her first name. I have no idea what she looks like. We were supposed to meet today, but because of the stupid PBA day I was a little late going to C door. I missed her. She saw me though, its so hard to look for someone when you don't know who they are. I know where to find her tomorrow, but she wants to wait until Thursday. Thats ok with me, its driving me crazy but I think I kinda like it. The anticipation is getting me all excited. I've talked to her and she sounds like a really cool person. I can't wait to meet her. Its weird cause I never know when she's right by me. Today she said I walked right by her and I didn't even know it. Its crazy, I want to know who she is so bad. Finally, it looks like things are going my way. I never thought it was possible to fall in love with someone when you only know their name. I was beginning to think that love songs suck and fairy tails aren't true, but I take that back. This fairy tail about The Booch is playing out pretty good, so good that I could write a love song about it. I'm gonna borrow those victory trumpets from Shoup and blow them as loud as I can. I'll give them back when I'm done Shoup, thanks. Two days of waiting left. I finally have some motivation to sleep, to have some sweet dreams about a beautiful girl I don't even know.