I Came to You with Cellophane Skin

I know it's creepy, but something I love to do is stare at people in class.
I love it.
Mostly because it's fun to watch people fall asleep, heads falling and consciousness disappearing. I can say this because I know I've done my fair share of amusing people by violently sleeping in class. I've even woken myself up by my face slamming into the desk because my soft sweater made my elbow slip.

BUT, also when watching people in class, sometimes other people are doing the same, and we inevitably catch eyes.
This can go one of two ways:
A) Either they look away or I look away by acting like I was scanning the room completely interested in the side pea green wall right next to their face. "No sir, I was not gazing lovingly at your boyish good looks, I was sizing up the height of that desk right next to you. yea. That one...it's around 2 and a half feet tall. Trust me."
B) I like doing this one better, but I'm not sure it increases the chances of my making friends. When I catch someone looking at me, I relax completely every muscle in my face. It catches them completely off-guard. I laugh a little inside and continue to pay attention to the teacher like it never happened.

Other than that, my kryptonite has been discovered. Now, I quite pride myself on the fact I don't swoon over guys wearing name brands, with big muscles or who use the words "bro," "dog," and "like," so this is quite a big step. I try to see if there's chemistry that's hopefully based on conversation skills, interesting level and how much we have in common, but if the opposite sex has one thing that attracts me the most, it's extremely hip haircuts. I absolutely dig them. Like the side bang swoop in the front with the rest short. Sad to say, even a fashion mullet. Just not Guito spikes. bleh.