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rarr...
so.
hmmm...
I smile. you guys...you need to...you just need to meet him. I shall steal him from the north and bring him to alabama and introduce him to all of you whom I love...(he's from fargo, you know...)..granted I'm not in the best mental state possible, with the being sick and the what-not...I was happy without and I'm happy with and I don't think I would be unhappy without, but right now I know that I would not be as happy as I am with. ya know? it's great. I was perfectly happy being friends...and I didn't honestly expect more...we made very good friends...we do still. but this, this constitutes something more. something slightly different, just slightly. I was talking to tommy (ya know, my roommate) and he said, "umm...dani?" and I asked, "yes?" (indeed, it was a question....)and he responded,"you must really like him, don't you?" and I blushed, made one of my faces, flailed my arms in a very dani-esque manner, and made a slight noise (a squeak/growl sounding noise that I am known to make on occassion), and the left the room...what does that tell you? yes. yes, it's quite true....who'd a thunk it?
although I am missing people...certain people...which is bothersome. not in a missing missing kind of a way, but in more of an apologetic missing kind of way...for instance, I miss seeing them on occasion and being friends and having normal human interaction with them, instead of interaction resembling what I imagine human interaction was like during the plague.
(oh, and jayna, that reminds me...I'm reading FOREVER AMBER, again. and I promise, once I finish, it will be yours again, as it rightfully is...I'll put it in the present I called you about that one day when I was so excited...the one that I'm hoping you'll forget about, but I'm so excited about it that it is sometimes referenced...)
anyway...I wrote all that above...all that gush...because, well, I don't get to talk to you guys as often as I would like, I don't get to tell you how I feel about certain things as often as I would like either, and this way, you get it...straight from me and not one of those, "I heard through the grape-vine" kind of things that happen so often with us.
so.
hmmm...
I smile. you guys...you need to...you just need to meet him. I shall steal him from the north and bring him to alabama and introduce him to all of you whom I love...(he's from fargo, you know...)..granted I'm not in the best mental state possible, with the being sick and the what-not...I was happy without and I'm happy with and I don't think I would be unhappy without, but right now I know that I would not be as happy as I am with. ya know? it's great. I was perfectly happy being friends...and I didn't honestly expect more...we made very good friends...we do still. but this, this constitutes something more. something slightly different, just slightly. I was talking to tommy (ya know, my roommate) and he said, "umm...dani?" and I asked, "yes?" (indeed, it was a question....)and he responded,"you must really like him, don't you?" and I blushed, made one of my faces, flailed my arms in a very dani-esque manner, and made a slight noise (a squeak/growl sounding noise that I am known to make on occassion), and the left the room...what does that tell you? yes. yes, it's quite true....who'd a thunk it?
although I am missing people...certain people...which is bothersome. not in a missing missing kind of a way, but in more of an apologetic missing kind of way...for instance, I miss seeing them on occasion and being friends and having normal human interaction with them, instead of interaction resembling what I imagine human interaction was like during the plague.
(oh, and jayna, that reminds me...I'm reading FOREVER AMBER, again. and I promise, once I finish, it will be yours again, as it rightfully is...I'll put it in the present I called you about that one day when I was so excited...the one that I'm hoping you'll forget about, but I'm so excited about it that it is sometimes referenced...)
anyway...I wrote all that above...all that gush...because, well, I don't get to talk to you guys as often as I would like, I don't get to tell you how I feel about certain things as often as I would like either, and this way, you get it...straight from me and not one of those, "I heard through the grape-vine" kind of things that happen so often with us.