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will not slow down.
but maybe that's okay.
I cannot CAN NOT go anywhere alone without making a friend. Single-serving, perhaps. Is that what Austin is about? I have given my number away like it is candy. I have too many numbers saved in my cell that I will never call. I have met a plethora of people. and I think I love it.
Example: I just took a break from the lab to walk down to Chipoltes for a fajita burrito. While standing at a crosswalk I see this guy on the other side of the street looking at me. I smile. As I walk into Chipoltes I end up standing in line next to him. He turns to me and says, 'Hey. I feel like I already know you because I was looking at you from across the street.' I laugh and we end up eatting our burrito's together. He reminded me of J. Nichols. In a way.
I cannot CAN NOT go anywhere without giving homeless people money. Because I really do like sweet homeless people. and I make far too much eye contact with everyone and anyone.
I hung out the whole of yesterday with my roomate and her friends. Which were the coolest girls ever. I miss girlfriends. With girlfriends everything is simple. With guys friends everything ends with the head turn, miskiss. We went to a bakery and then to a citywide garage sale and then to Barton Springs and then out to eat and then went home to get Rocky Horror Picture ourselves up. Funny thing is, when we got to the movie theatre, we were the ONLY people dressed in our underwear. Man oh man. I have to mention the appearence of a drunky Journy sing-a-long to Don't Stop Believin.' And at times like those, I just know my life is meant to be awesome. The bottomline is: I had such a great time.
We snuck a box of wine into the theatre (I know, so sneaky.) and ended up drinking too much. I like that Fallout Boy song that goes, 'I get down on myself, I get down on myself. I'm not the desperate type!' because I am not the desperate type either. I am realllly not. What's the opposite of desperate? Maybe I could be that? Well, put a bottle of wine in me and I am not flat-out desperate, just desperatly honest. Heart on sleeve? Try heart in text message.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't even bring myself to flip open my cell phone. I didn't want to know. I just couldn't. Noon was far too early to approach my last night self. When I finally screwed up enough guts to look, nothing was there. PHEW, I thought. Realllly phew. Winced relief. Relief nonetheless.
Hours later, he writes. I miss u.
and the THING is, I miss him too. but why?
Then again, you could ask why doesn't juli give more boys a chance? because I'm not the desperate type;)
Well. Anyhow. Today it is so beautiful out. And perhaps, that's all that matters.
I LOVE Mexicans.
but maybe that's okay.
I cannot CAN NOT go anywhere alone without making a friend. Single-serving, perhaps. Is that what Austin is about? I have given my number away like it is candy. I have too many numbers saved in my cell that I will never call. I have met a plethora of people. and I think I love it.
Example: I just took a break from the lab to walk down to Chipoltes for a fajita burrito. While standing at a crosswalk I see this guy on the other side of the street looking at me. I smile. As I walk into Chipoltes I end up standing in line next to him. He turns to me and says, 'Hey. I feel like I already know you because I was looking at you from across the street.' I laugh and we end up eatting our burrito's together. He reminded me of J. Nichols. In a way.
I cannot CAN NOT go anywhere without giving homeless people money. Because I really do like sweet homeless people. and I make far too much eye contact with everyone and anyone.
I hung out the whole of yesterday with my roomate and her friends. Which were the coolest girls ever. I miss girlfriends. With girlfriends everything is simple. With guys friends everything ends with the head turn, miskiss. We went to a bakery and then to a citywide garage sale and then to Barton Springs and then out to eat and then went home to get Rocky Horror Picture ourselves up. Funny thing is, when we got to the movie theatre, we were the ONLY people dressed in our underwear. Man oh man. I have to mention the appearence of a drunky Journy sing-a-long to Don't Stop Believin.' And at times like those, I just know my life is meant to be awesome. The bottomline is: I had such a great time.
We snuck a box of wine into the theatre (I know, so sneaky.) and ended up drinking too much. I like that Fallout Boy song that goes, 'I get down on myself, I get down on myself. I'm not the desperate type!' because I am not the desperate type either. I am realllly not. What's the opposite of desperate? Maybe I could be that? Well, put a bottle of wine in me and I am not flat-out desperate, just desperatly honest. Heart on sleeve? Try heart in text message.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't even bring myself to flip open my cell phone. I didn't want to know. I just couldn't. Noon was far too early to approach my last night self. When I finally screwed up enough guts to look, nothing was there. PHEW, I thought. Realllly phew. Winced relief. Relief nonetheless.
Hours later, he writes. I miss u.
and the THING is, I miss him too. but why?
Then again, you could ask why doesn't juli give more boys a chance? because I'm not the desperate type;)
Well. Anyhow. Today it is so beautiful out. And perhaps, that's all that matters.
I LOVE Mexicans.