Ya ain't fourteen no mo', darlin'

ZOMG!!1! I just had the single most strongest teenage moment of my life! And yes, I am counting that time we played spin the bottle, which was an embaracing display of my true age. But no, this was far worse. You see, it all started yesterday, when we were on our class field trip to Helsinki, the city of [insert witty and insulting nouns here] and all my supposed friends pretty much ditched me to go shopping or suck face with their sex-slaves(Don't think I don't know what you've been up to, you Welsh Harlequin, you) once we got through a very disappointing tour of an art gallery.

After kinda just wandering around the streets and trying to get lost - couldn't, Eris damn you all! - I decided that maybe I should start checking out the stores. This resulted in more wondering and one very unfortunate incident involving over-salted fries and loud and annoying idiots who just wouldn't let me eat in peace, but that's a story that I will have to take with me to the grave. Anywhoo, then I went to a book store where I met the <3LOVE OF MY LIFE<3!!!1!
(que girlish squeeling and glittery hearts)

Here's how it went:

I walk into the book store thoroughly bored and pissed, walk straight to the section marked 'paperbacks' and after a while of looking through the pathetic selection of horrible modern literature and romance novels(Eww...) I find something somewhat interesting. So I sit down in a nice comfy chair and start reading. After a while one of the employees comes to me and kindly asks if he can help me with something("Are you going to buy something or just read through all our merchandise?") at which point I get into a debate with him about why I should be allowed to just read in peace and that really, they should be paying me to do it because I was significantly improving the atmosphere with my godly presence. Somehow we end up discussing philosophy and the spiritual growth of tomatoes - "Nothing that goes so well with everything can't not have a soul!" - and before we know it, two hours have gone by. Good thing it was a slow day for them or he would have been in troubleee...

Sadly, I didn't even ask for his name. The love of my life slipped through my fingers like watered down ketchup... Oh the agony of heartbreak. I will now proceed to grow bitter and resentful of life. Then I'll write a book about it and it will NOT have a happy ending! So there, that should teach life to... um... not give me handsome booksellers?

Wow, that doesn't really work out for me at all, unless the book I write becomes a bestseller and I end up famous and filthy rich. I'm hoping this happens.