Dun dun dun...
So, I've actually decided I'm going to run both journals. Irrelavent random events and so forth in this journal, and things that matter to me in the other. A clean seperation of unemotional charting and purely emotional expression. If that makes sense to anyone other than me.
Yesterday I spent the majority of the day with Becca, who showed up sometime after sundown in her work clothes at my door. A very unexpected surprise to say the least. We went to Wal-Mart and played in the toy section, wore goofy hats and boas, and so forth. We then bought several miniature pies of various flavors and went back to her place, where we consumed them while watching Moulin Rouge (which I had not previously seen). There was a point where she played with my hair as I looked up at her, the feeling is still there, and I still can't do anything about it. She drove me home at 4:30am, her words were "I normaly wouldn't care if you crashed here, actually I don't care. . I just don't think it's a good idea." My reply, "OK". She's right, it wouldn't have been a good idea.. I don't want to mess things up for her.
On to today. I woke up and watched some TV, played video games, and eventually spoke to Becca on the phone. Things get a little crazy from here. I meet her at Abstract Art in Clear Lake where she gets an industrial (two ear piercings in the cartalege of the ear with a bar connecting them), and I get my lip pierced in the middle. Guess I won't be making out for awhile... that was a joke, no one really cares to make out with me anyway. We came back to my place and took some advil, I put in a movie and she fell asleep on the coach so I lay on the floor and stayed awake so she wouldn't sleep too long. Many thoughts ran through my head in the two hours that followed, more than I can document, so I won't. I really like this girl, but I know it will never turn out the way I want it to. I gently woke her after the movie ended, she scolded me for letting her sleep... said she felt bad, as if she were bad company. I assured her it was all right, I didn't mind. She left, without huging me, as usual. It's as if she is now afraid of me. Or should I say, afraid of us.
I'll post pictures of the lip ring just as soon as the swelling lets up so it doesn't look bad, probably tomorrow sometime. Till then.
-g'night
Yesterday I spent the majority of the day with Becca, who showed up sometime after sundown in her work clothes at my door. A very unexpected surprise to say the least. We went to Wal-Mart and played in the toy section, wore goofy hats and boas, and so forth. We then bought several miniature pies of various flavors and went back to her place, where we consumed them while watching Moulin Rouge (which I had not previously seen). There was a point where she played with my hair as I looked up at her, the feeling is still there, and I still can't do anything about it. She drove me home at 4:30am, her words were "I normaly wouldn't care if you crashed here, actually I don't care. . I just don't think it's a good idea." My reply, "OK". She's right, it wouldn't have been a good idea.. I don't want to mess things up for her.
On to today. I woke up and watched some TV, played video games, and eventually spoke to Becca on the phone. Things get a little crazy from here. I meet her at Abstract Art in Clear Lake where she gets an industrial (two ear piercings in the cartalege of the ear with a bar connecting them), and I get my lip pierced in the middle. Guess I won't be making out for awhile... that was a joke, no one really cares to make out with me anyway. We came back to my place and took some advil, I put in a movie and she fell asleep on the coach so I lay on the floor and stayed awake so she wouldn't sleep too long. Many thoughts ran through my head in the two hours that followed, more than I can document, so I won't. I really like this girl, but I know it will never turn out the way I want it to. I gently woke her after the movie ended, she scolded me for letting her sleep... said she felt bad, as if she were bad company. I assured her it was all right, I didn't mind. She left, without huging me, as usual. It's as if she is now afraid of me. Or should I say, afraid of us.
I'll post pictures of the lip ring just as soon as the swelling lets up so it doesn't look bad, probably tomorrow sometime. Till then.
-g'night