Is it only me, or do the situations where you put so much thought and effort into preparing to see a certain someone always just lead to supremo disappointment? I had a good taste of that this weekend. All week I was buzzing with excitement at going home and having ample time to spend in the company of a particular boy. I was planning outfits on Wednesday, and spent all day Saturday just counting down the minutes until we would be in the same room together. So what happened? Oh life, fate and a handful of other not so appreciated feelings. He wasn't where I was expecting him to be, not even 200 km of where I had him placed. This should be the final straw in this little impossible crush, but yet I am still holding on with the tips of my fingernails..pushing my daydreams forward until the next time I see him, which I am relatively sure will only serve to cause me to be even more disappointed than I am now. When will I ever learn?