I Should Be Allowed To Think
Chapter 3 in the " Where Your Eyes Don't Go" series
By Anastasia Hunt






Boy, am I glad the school is too broke to drug-test us anymore, because damn, would we be in trouble. I was, of course, beyond shocked when Daria told me what was in those brownies. I was also... kind of... titillated, I guess is the word.

I guess I pissed Sandi off pretty good when I told her to get bent. It took her days to speak to me. I explained that I was suffering from my cold, remember? and that I was obviously under the influence of Ny-Quil or something. She bought it (no surprise there) and I got to spend an evening at HOME for once drooling over Jimmy Fallon.

That's my other secret. Ever since that night I was at Jeffy's house watching Saturday Night Live, Jimmy Fallon has been my number one (****SIGH****) crush object. Those eyes... that hair.... he totally replaced Carson Daly. What can I say? He's yummy. He's cute. And he can do impressions of almost anyone. I haven't looked forward to SNL this much since the Church Lady. Of course, if Sandi found out... if anyone found out... my reputation would be ruined forever.

So, for now, and probably for a long time, it's our little secret, Dear Diary. Besides, it's kind of fun to secretly think, while I'm supposed to concentrate on coordinating sessions, what kind of impression Jimmy would do of Sandi.