`tessa's diary.

[tessa colleen foley.]

Dear Diary;

Mood: Content

I love my sister. Leave it to Marissa to send a "boarding school survival kit" for the second year in a row. Just like last year, it had some great stuff in it. Gummy bears, random pictures from around the ranch, glow-in-the-dark band-aids (be jealous), some pawprint-shaped candy things called "Puppy Paws" that she got at some posh candy store (very funny, Riss), and an entire box loaded with other stuff. She, Dad, and Elle also wrote letters, but there was nothing from my mother. I can't say that I'm surprised.

The package, though, is only half of the reason why I'm so excited. I caught a glimpse of the new Phys. Ed. teacher. I shouldn't find him hot. He's gotta be in his early twenties and I'm still in high school. It's totally inappropriate. But he's just...holy crap. This isn't normal for me. I'm not the kind of girl to gush over a guy just because of his looks. But he's bound to spend most of his time in the gym and I'm usually in there keeping my volleyball skills sharp. Or, if no one else is in there, blasting music and choreographing my own dances, but...I don't want anyone to see that. I liked to perform with my junior high dance team back in Montana, but that was different.
Anyways, back to the new teacher guy.
Have I mentioned that he's hot? Because he is. I might not be as intense as I usually am in the gym...especially if he's shirtless...
Oh God. I'm starting to annoy myself. That's probably a sign that I need sleep.
G'night!
~Tessa