I got to spend a lot of time with people I really like today. And even though I didn't get to see it, the guy I like wore one of my dresses briefly. Sadly he decided against actually wearing it for the drag show-- he said it wasn't long enough, it is truly embarrassing how badly I want to see his legs-- but I did get to see him in pajamas, which marks the very first time I've ever seen him in a t-shirt. My crush on him is not getting any better, it just keeps getting worse, and I feel like a creep, but I'm honestly happier just being around him, so... I'm just going to keep my stupid feelings to myself and be a good friend, and hopefully that will be enough.

I'm pretty sure I passed my French test all right, today was lovely out for most of the day, and the drag show went fantastically well.

And now my daydream stockpile is freshly reloaded. Just... boys in dresses and girls in pinstriped vests, oh my.

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