due to the fact that i have a wild imagination, you would think that i would make a good author. problem is, that whenever i sit down to try and write something, my mind goes blank. i don't know why this happens. maybe it's just that i think that what i think might make a good story, no one else would. well, i'm gonna give it a try. i'll just put down whatever comes to mind, and hope for the best. let's start with a bit of background. for the most part, when i'm on the net, i go by the name of The Great YZFOX. every now and then, i'll run into a person that has an idea how i came up with that name. oh yeah. i'd better throw this in. YZFOX is sorta a unisex name. i'm a girl. just so ya know. to be honest, i'm sorta waiting for a certian person to come on line. so i'm pretty much just killin' time. that and the fact that i have absoultly nothing else to do. i'm not really expecting this person to come on thou. it's more just sorta hopin that maybe, just maybe, he will. let's talk about this person. i like doing that. so that's what i'll do, and hope to hell that he'll never read this. it's kinda funny. in some ways, i'm a lot older than i am, and in others, i'm a lot younger. that fact that i hope he never sees this page and therefore figures out that i like him is my younger side. why should i care if he knows? let me try to explain, without going into too much detail. hmmmm. i'm scared that he'll find out and think 'oh my god. she likes me. ew.' and then he won't talk to me anymore. 'course, he could think 'oh my god. she likes me. wicked!' that would be sweet. ok. let's get into how i know this guy. i love hockey. for me, hockey is life. especially my local team. i have a season ticket this year, so i go to all the home games. i also go to away games. we're in the north confrence, so sometimes, i have a ways to drive, and sometimes the weather isn't the greatest. but i don't care. a friend of mine once called me a puck bunny. i freaked 'i am not!!!' i have since realized that i am, but not in your typical puck bunny fasion. my sister helped me realize this with her admission that she is a puck bunny. now, for those of you who have no idea what a puck bunny is, let me explain. i think the easiest explaination is to use another term. team mattress. i am a puck bunny in the sense that i look at the team, and think 'yum. i like that guy.' or something to that extent. so this guy plays for my team. i never really thought 'i like him' in a romantic sense. just 'i love the way this guy plays.' he's my favorite player on the team this year. anyway, i started hangin' around with this girl, who asked me who i liked on the team this year. i immedatily told her this guy. she took it as that i liked him. and i do. i just wouldn't have admitted it at the time. now i will. gladly. anyway this girl started telling me things that were basically saying that he's sorta interested. i was like, wow. i never would have thought that. then i found out that she was lying to me. at least, i'm pretty sure she is. however there have been some little things that make me think, maybe she isn't. the safest thing for me to do is not believe her. i'm gonna end off here for now...i'll come back later and add some more stuff.
