Psych Major Syndrome

As much as I hated to admit it, Ami was right. Rule number two of lying is to make it as airtight as possible. Which just goes back to rule number one: never get caught.

When I tell people I'm planning on majoring in psychology, I usually get one of three responses:
A) Oh! Are you analyzing me right now?
B) Psychology . . . hardly an exact science, is it? or
C) So what's wrong with you?

- You . . . smell like rain.

• Whatever I expected, that hadn't been it.
• Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
• Good, - he said.
• Definitely good

Because he never said it first---he would only ever say 'I love you, too.' And I would hate to think that he was talking about the band U2 the whole time, you know

I've never told another soul about the stories I make up while I'm trying to fall asleep, and I would never even consider writing them down. They're just too personal. Nathan fell silent as well, and I realized that maybe I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I wondered how many people in the world have daydreams spinning around in their heads that they would never put into words. Probably more than you would think.