12-12-12

It was actually a great day for me. Everything was smooth in the morning although I did forget my homework at home (Hey, but I managed to get it done at school.)

In the afternoon, I got these:

The busilak thing was pretty darn cheesy, but that's okay u__u. But I really do have this feeling in my guts that these aren't mine and those 3 people just thought I was that girl he (or she?) wanted to give these flowers to. 

It was after Filipino class and I hurriedly went outside the room after class only to be greeted by 3 people holding a couple of white roses and one of them told me "Uhm, we were told to give these roses to you."

and my reaction was like

wait

The conversation thing went like this:

Them: Uhm, we were told to give these roses to you.

Me: ............ uh what?

Them: Someone told us to give these roses to you.

Me: To me? Are you sure?

Them: -nods- please just take them. He worked hard for these. He's gonna introduce himself to you if you take them....

Me: ......

Them: ......

My friends: OH GOD JUST TAKE THEM -holds my books-

Me: WHAT WHAT OH MY GOD -crosses arms-

Them: Please? Please? Please?

Me: Seriously? It's for me?

Them: -nods-

Me: ..... uhm

Them: -hands me the roses-

Me: Thank you? 

My friends: AHSJASHDJSAJD

SERIOUSLY. I THINK THESE AREN'T MINE. THIS SITUATION IS TOO WEIRD AND THESE ROSES ARE TOO PRETTY.

and how did he know my schedule?

and why is his handwriting so... I don't know? Neat? Even neater than mine?

and what is it with him and my laughter? I laugh too much, don't I?

Ugh?

SERIOUSLY I REALLY THINK THESE AREN'T MINE.