The Secret of the Cardboard Rocket...depressingly has nothing to do with my pants....
My covers smell like stale pizza. Its funny how that smell makes me think of someone pretty. I woke up feeling detached. Like i had not been anywhere in years. We went to the planetarium yesterday. I fell in love with her as she asked serious questions about tempatures. shes thinks on such a different plain than anybody ive ever met. a disheveled science guy made us watch part of a movie youd only ever be subjected to in school. he got really excited about Venus. As interesting in a boring sort of way it was, it was still magical because she was there with me. we all got up and went to go into the star room . at first we were looking up at our nighttime sky as it would appear later that night. she was hugging close to me and for a split second i felt as it was just us under an october sky, for a minute i was happy truly happy and ignored that itch that creeps in ever so often, because i was happy with hannah myself and our cardboard rocket.