LONG ENTRY. FUCK THAT BOY...
You know it's funny... I'm watching & listening to 'Alison', the clip of Billie Joe & Elvis Costello playing at the Decades Rock Live, and when I first heard Billie Joe's voice, it seemed so.... unfamilar. And it's funny because a little over a month ago, Green Day was all I heard and was so used to them, yet I want to broaden my musical horizons (if that made no sense, ignore me). Well, I think that over the past month from camp, I have. But oy vey, do I miss it. This is so fucking Attitash being home. But anyway!
Yesterday me and my mom went up to this town called Hancock where the two branches of the Delaware river meet [in New York but near the border of Pennsylvania], to look at land to buy & we ended up staying over night in a nice motel. The reason we have to buy land is my mom, believe it or not, is getting pretty old and wants... well actually needs to have something that she owns, whether it be a piece of land in the woods with a trailer or a piece of land with a small house... but the thing is, she's very picky and sensitive... it MUST BE far away from the main road, she wants a nice view, a brook, flat land... and it's just so hard to look at land with her because it's got to be PERFECT. So I think that she will actually look around again up there (she had already gone once when I was at camp), I'll stay home, because I basically liked everything we saw.
I miss Tom. Guhh.
...Okay before I bother you all, here's a cut.
I don't know if I love him [dare I say love?] as more than a friend or just as a friend. We talked on the phone Saturday night again and I really wished we had last night because I hate to say it... but I look foward to talking to him all day. Tonight I stole my mom's laptop and have been waiting for him for hours, hoping he'd take off his away messege that has said In harvard square, give me a call. and you know who you are, call me, please. all day... probably talking about Bianca who is like his sister or Zoe, his ex... if she actually emailed him back. I hope she didn't. I'm sorry... is it selfish and cruel to say that I hope she really doesn't talk to him and I hope he gets over him? But even though that might give me a chance with him... I just want him to be happy. I mean the kid is really fucking depressed over this chick.
AHAGDJSD, if I think about him this much and look foward to talking to him this much, do I love him as more than a friend... in fact I think I'm only saying that I love him as a friend because I LOVE him... AHHHH!!!!
Hah. We had a funny convo online (when I was on my phone aim) last night...
TOM: hey alex
ZAL: hey tom
ZAL: haha you're real name is thomas!
TOM: damn straight. thomas the tank engine.
ZAL: I WAS GONNA SAY THAT! i loved that show when i was little!
TOM: haha, ME TOO! good times.
ZAL: I also had thomas the tank engine sheets and comforters, so technically i slept with him!
TOM: same!
TOM: oh man, good times.
hah. then i was saying that we were in this crazy town and he goes 'sketchy or cool?' haha. i love that kid...
ugh. there i go again. i am being lazyyyyy with my capitalizing-neat-ocdish fetish tonight aren't i... think it's time to sleep damnnit =/
Yesterday me and my mom went up to this town called Hancock where the two branches of the Delaware river meet [in New York but near the border of Pennsylvania], to look at land to buy & we ended up staying over night in a nice motel. The reason we have to buy land is my mom, believe it or not, is getting pretty old and wants... well actually needs to have something that she owns, whether it be a piece of land in the woods with a trailer or a piece of land with a small house... but the thing is, she's very picky and sensitive... it MUST BE far away from the main road, she wants a nice view, a brook, flat land... and it's just so hard to look at land with her because it's got to be PERFECT. So I think that she will actually look around again up there (she had already gone once when I was at camp), I'll stay home, because I basically liked everything we saw.
I miss Tom. Guhh.
...Okay before I bother you all, here's a cut.
I don't know if I love him [dare I say love?] as more than a friend or just as a friend. We talked on the phone Saturday night again and I really wished we had last night because I hate to say it... but I look foward to talking to him all day. Tonight I stole my mom's laptop and have been waiting for him for hours, hoping he'd take off his away messege that has said In harvard square, give me a call. and you know who you are, call me, please. all day... probably talking about Bianca who is like his sister or Zoe, his ex... if she actually emailed him back. I hope she didn't. I'm sorry... is it selfish and cruel to say that I hope she really doesn't talk to him and I hope he gets over him? But even though that might give me a chance with him... I just want him to be happy. I mean the kid is really fucking depressed over this chick.
AHAGDJSD, if I think about him this much and look foward to talking to him this much, do I love him as more than a friend... in fact I think I'm only saying that I love him as a friend because I LOVE him... AHHHH!!!!
Hah. We had a funny convo online (when I was on my phone aim) last night...
TOM: hey alex
ZAL: hey tom
ZAL: haha you're real name is thomas!
TOM: damn straight. thomas the tank engine.
ZAL: I WAS GONNA SAY THAT! i loved that show when i was little!
TOM: haha, ME TOO! good times.
ZAL: I also had thomas the tank engine sheets and comforters, so technically i slept with him!
TOM: same!
TOM: oh man, good times.
hah. then i was saying that we were in this crazy town and he goes 'sketchy or cool?' haha. i love that kid...
ugh. there i go again. i am being lazyyyyy with my capitalizing-neat-ocdish fetish tonight aren't i... think it's time to sleep damnnit =/