the joys of crippling self-doubt

Oh my god it's light outside. *headdesk* SLEEP, STUPID.

Anyway...so if a guy you know sends you "drunken" Myspace messages saying you're hot, professing his love for you, and proposing you come join him in Guam to drink rum on the beach and talk with piratey accents (and yes, he's actually in Guam), does that mean he seriously has a thing for you? Or is this just the alcohol talking? Or is he lying and there's no alcohol involved and he flat out wants to jump your bones? Or is there no alcohol involved and he's lying and messing with your head? I'm so confused.

Aaaand, in other news, I have a new crush. On somebody at school. Who's currently unavailable. Damn. But beyond just that, this is three crushes in less than two years, people. What is this? I don't have a serious crush throughout middle and early high school, and then they start jumping me all at once? Is this what they call being a "late bloomer?" 'Cause I feel like a freaking 12-year-old. I used to be such a good little cynic---I made fun of girls who got all obsessed over some guy and got all fluttery when he was around, and now I think I might be doing it! This has got to stop. Like, seriously. Jello knees are not conducive to ballroom dancing.