Soooooo,

you know that one episode of Friends, where Rachel is in her third trimester of her pregnancy and she's about to pop, but she's not quite there yet, and she finds herself ready to jump at any member of the male species? Yeah, for some strange reason I feel like that. Everytime I see a guy, beit, cute or not, I stare. And then my mind wanders to places it probably shouldn't...And then I realize what I'm doing, and what I'm looking at (when it's an unattractive in my eyes, guy) and I tell myself to snap out of it. Geez Louis, these teenage hormones. I can still call myself a teenager right? Anyway...that might have been a bit of a more inappropriate post, but hey. You now know me just a teensy bit better.