Happy Valentine's Day.

No roses, but a wonderful "happy Valentine's Day, I wasn't sure what your thoughts on valentine's day are, but I thought I'd mention it..." etc...

I really enjoyed lunch today. I had super-flaky croissant at the Coach House and well after having doubted the extent to which I was attracted to Luke I thoroughly enjoyed talking to him. He's kinda cute. The other night I dreamt that my music teacher, who was a dead ringer for Robert Downey Jr., was in love with me, and I was in love with him, and when he finally sat down at the piano with me, I kissed him, and it was just meant to be. I can't remember the last time I felt that way about someone. Probably my first-year Chinese lecturer Mr K. He was a little flirty himself, and if I hadn't been only 17 at the time, I would have taken it upon myself to up the ante a bit. GET THIS, he disappeared from USYD a while ago but last week I found his name on the list of part-time teachers at the Chinese department of UNSW. Man I'd love to have a coffee with him, four years after I was only just beginning to learn Chinese. I had a huge crush on him; that was probably the last time someone inspired such a feeling. Now, at age 21, this is literally the stuff of dreams.

Or, maybe a I have a thing for teachers.  ¶ 18:33