As I was basking in the awesomeness of the weekend, whistling away, the guy who sits next to me in class starts laughing.
Turns out, he likes me when I'm in a good mood
And not so much when I'm not.
I had completely forgotten about last week, when I was a malcontent who oozed grumpiness and dissatisfaction with life. It was a very, very bad week and I was not afraid to spread my negativity to those around me.
So it's sort of nice that I have the attention of a fruit fly. It's much nicer to think that I'm always this happy, even when the guy sitting next to me knows the truth.
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