Somebody shoot me or a blog full of long run-on sentences just like my brain.

I am driving myself crazy. I'm ridiculously stressed right now about the stupidest stupidest thing. It's so stupid I can't stand it.

I have another course tomorrow with Chris The Hot Instructor and I can't decide what to wear. EMERGENCY!

The course is in Grande Prairie which is about an hour and a half drive from where I am. I have to be there all day tomorrow for the course and then again on Friday to catch the plane to Saskatoon. So instead of driving 2 days in a row, I'm staying a night in the hotel, the same hotel the course is in, the same hotel Chris is staying in. Sooo I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to ask him to go to dinner with me, because he is so friggin cute and because dinner by yourself sucks way more than dinner with a cute boy, and because if I don't I for surely will end up with 40 cats, yelling at the neighborhood kids from my front porch with a broomstick in my hands. Because crazy cat lady is not a preferred future, it is of utmost importance that I look extremely hot whenever I am in his line of sight. THE PRESSURE IS KILLING ME!

The stupidest part: The guy lives in Saskatoon. THAT IS FAR. It's not like we are going to start dating or anything. Plus the odds of him having a girlfriend are super high. Especially since at the beginning of February, he did have a girlfriend who he watched Figure Skating with. Figure Skating. That sounds serious. Even if he did break up with that girlfriend, I'm sure there's another, cause the guy is just THAT cute. Still, even if there is a 1% chance that none of the above matters and I get the opportunity to have dinner with him and put my incredible charms to good use, then I need to take it and I need to look very hot while doing it.

AHHHHHH!!! *sob*