Lent, Day 17.

8:30: My alarm goes off for accounting and I realize I'm in Harry's bed. I also realize my make up remained on and we had a pretty intense make-out session, putting my hair in a bird-nest-esque state, so I refuse to turn over. He puts his arms around me and it makes me not want to go to accounting. Do you hear that? HE MAKES ME WANT TO SKIP ACCOUNTING! Madness.

9:00: All I keep asking for is a hairbrush. That's the problem with staying at his place! There's three guys there. No brush, no mirror in Harry's room, I have no idea what I look like before I emerge. His bed is so fucking comfortable though, I can't bring myself to move.

9:15: I keep saying we should get up and go to class. He blatantly refuses and says he wants me to stay because I'm keeping him warm. It'd help if he wasn't being so fucking cute. GOD.

9:30: He teases me that the only reason I'm so eager to get to class is to flirt with the teacher and he says I have an old man fetish. He's just jealous.

9:39: Still haven't moved from the bed. Harry says "You're not going, there's no way you're going, even if you left right now you wouldn't make it." I think about it - I still have to go home, change the female stuff, wash my face, brush my hair. I have class in 21 minutes. I take it as a challenge. I demand he drives me home and I use a rubber band to put my hair up.

9:44: I run into my house and immediately start throwing books into my bag and flinging water everywhere as I try to wash my face and brush my teeth simultaneously.

9:52: I have time to run the straightener through my hair and put make-up on, because I'm going to ride my bike.

10:03: Whoops, a little late. Greg sees that I'm wearing the same thing as last night and immediately starts laughing so I just furiously mouth "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you" to him as I squeeze through to my seat.

10:07: Leah tells me I look cute. I laugh.

10:00: Leah tells me I have a couple hickeys. I laugh.

10:15: Class wasn't really class, so much as Knight telling stories of fraud and idiots that attempted to steal from companies. Pretty good stories but I didn't learn that much about accounting. He actually inadvertently explained to us how to properly siphon money out of a company without getting caught. Way to be, Jeffy.

10:45: I text Harry telling him I'm starving. In the rush to get ready I didn't eat a thing. He replies "Me too, get your ass back here." At this point there is nothing I want more than to go back to his house and get back into bed with him. It's just so easy to hang out with him, and he's so fucking funny.

11:00: I bike over to his house and head back upstairs. I tell him he missed the best class ever and it was so exciting and blah blah blah. Harry and I walk over to Carmello's and get some food. He gets a sub and a coffee and juice, and I get Lunchables crackers and a coffee. He always calls me a little kid and he says the Lunchables were not helping my case. He's right but it just sounded so good, and sure enough it hit the spot.

11:30: Gino comes in and asks if we want to go to Flavors. I'm full but I don't mind going and hanging out. Plus, Pete was going and I hadn't really met him yet (he's another tennis player) so I wanted to meet him. Harry and I go over with Dave, Gino, and Pete. I notice immediately that they have crayons and coloring books so I take it over to a table and set up shop. I spill my coffee everywhere. Harry says those are two more strikes on the "I swear you're 5 years old" thing. He's probably right.

11:40: Emily, this girl I met at Alejandro's the other day, serves us our food. She's really cute and super nice. Reminds me so much of Evie, not that you know who that is.

11:50: I finish my artwork and it looks like shit. I really am 5 years old. I couldn't even stay inside the fucking lines with those crayons, seriously. Pete has an Army haircut, with everything shaved but the top, so we start joking about what else we can do with it. We decide we want to make him get "P-Money" shaved into the sides of his head, and Dave offers to pay for it.

12:04: We walk next door to this ghetto, blacks-only (not really) barber shop. They tell us it's an hour and a half wait, so there goes that.

12:14: I ask Harry if we can play Left4Dead2, so he goes over to Mason's to get an extra controller. He's really sweet, have I mentioned that?

12:20: I look around his room, which is decently clean, but decide it needs a little of my touch. I take out everything from his dresser and re-fold it and put it back in.

12:30: We play The Parish until we all die on chapter four. So close! Even though it just restarts you at the safe house, I am so discouraged that I'd rather start a whole new level than try again. I clean the rest of his room including wiping down shelves and counters. He is very grateful. Duh.

1:00: We're making out again. Of course. I feel like all we do is make out because it's just so fucking fun, we're both huge teases so it keeps things interesting.

2:15: We head out because the guys have practice at 2:30 and I want to go to the gym and shower.

2:30: I make some lunch and change into gym clothes before biking over to the gym.

4:05: It's so fucking hard to bike BACK from the gym, because my body is so weak.

5:30: I'm reading on the porch, and in the middle of texting Harry telling him it's a perfect porch day, he walks up. So strange. He was at Skyler's and wanted to see what I was up to.

7:30: Paige gets back from the gym and wants to go to Chik-Fil-A, which is clearly fine with me. I want some GD waffle fries... fo free.

8:00: I end up getting a chicken sandwich even though chicken is clearly poo. We run home so Paige can shower the gym off of her before we go to Alice in Wonderland. I'm thoroughly scared to see it considering Johnny Depp is one of the stars. The first time I ever saw him in a movie, I was about 8 and it was Edward Scissorhands. The only scene that I can remember is when he insists on hugging that poor little girl and he keeps slicing her up and oh god it just scarred me... I do think he's fantastic in Pirates of the Caribbean though, for sure.

9:15: I go to Carmello's for the second time today to pick up a water bottle and some M&Ms for the movie. It's too fucking expensive to buy stuff there! Especially when the movie tickets themselves are like 10 or 11 dollars, fuck.

9:30: We get there early, and thank G, because the line is extending out of the velvet ropes and into the parking lot. I know pretty much everyone here is going to see the 3D one, so Paige and I aren't worried. We get motion sickness pretty easily so 3D just isn't worth the extra 2 dollars to feel extra miserable afterwards. In line I see Gavin and some girl, and they had just seen The Crazies. Gavin said it was the worst movie he's ever seen, and I very much trust his opinion. I text Harry to see what he wants to do after the movie, because he said I should come over when it's finished. I texted him saying "I won't be home until 12 or 12:30, should I come over?" He said "Of course." And I said "I almost feel like I shouldn't stay because you have a match tomorrow." He goes "It's not until 11:30, it's fine, and besides, I like having you in my bed." Sold.

10:00: This movie is already weird. Hamish? Oh god, worst ginger EVER. Ever ever ever. I don't think I've ever met a ginger that I find attractive. Ever.

10:30: Pretty fucking weird, but good. I can't imagine someone seeing this who hasn't seen the original though, it's confusing enough when you know what's going on!

11:36: The movie's already over? I swore it was longer. It was good! Just really weird.

12:00: I grab a hairbrush, change into sweatpants and bike over to Harry's. I quietly creep in and sneak up the stairs so I don't wake up Dave or Gino. They may not even be home but I'd rather be courteous than not. I go around the corner of the stairs to find Harry half-naked and brushing his teeth, whom proceeds to choke on his toothpaste... didn't mean to scare him!

12:15: We watch South Park for a while before dozing off. I remember him asking me "Why are you the same on your period? You're not bitchy or anything." I don't really know. I do get very irritable, but he never does anything that pisses me off in the first place, so he's just exempt from PMS. Lucky man.