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this weekend was dull, and disapointing, and tragic, but in all the right ways. because, somehow, i was reminded of what it's like to be awake and in love and silly. and its good to remember those things, even when you arent in love. this weekend i woke up late to decide between sewing or biking or cooking, and in the end i decided nothing. and only spent the night skateboarding back and forth infront of less enthusiased friends, drinking tea and getting mopy. this weekend i made big plans of playing the harmonica and dressing up and telling him exactly how i feel, and i think that maybe he'll say to me "thank god you told me." and then we'll fall into bed with the windows open, thinking, boy this all got fucked up, but it's ok now. and you know, even if he spits in my eye (ive been listening to a lot of johnny cash)i wont mind. its practically summertime.