Sometimes I think that my crush on Josh Hutcherson has finally dwindled down from obsessive to plain actor admiration. It’s those days that I see regular pictures of him or some story pops up and I say, “He’s a good actor. I enjoy his films and characters.” Then I see pictures like these and I notice his calves a little better and I melt into a giant fan-boying mess. Suddenly, everything about him makes my heart flutter and I just want to be his friend so that I can laugh at his jokes and he can give me that little appreciative smile. I basically friend-zone myself in my own day dreams about him. It is pretty pathetic. That’s why I bake.