wow
wow. i just was re reading bonnie's most recent entry and thinking/saying out loud to myself "wow" even that is a memory now.
its so weird knowing someone for such a short time and already having favorite memorys of being together and things that happend to/with one and other. pop sicles are a momory. waynes world, finding nemo, the word boat. my fitted sheet with fleece sewn on it that is used as a blanket instead of a fitted sheet. my present from my secret santa. going to buy gifts for our secret santeeees. the way we talk sometimes. what we talk about. food. lemon juice. my room, your room. songs we listen to together, me driving. sparkles, threadgills now too. our jackets. your black velvet jacket. i bet we have 58967982476987 memorys for almost each letter of the alphabet already.
i have memorys with other people too. im living in the now with you and at the same time i feel like living in the then with people too.
driving to starbucks getting frappaccinos. my 15th birthday going to eat veggie fajitas at maudies and then to pk. the horn. everything.
everything is just a variation of everything.
last night is already a memory.
i guess i'll start studying for finals and shit.
i have to think of a title for my book.
i think i have one but its pretty gay and cheesey.
its weird when things mean something to you but you arent sure what. at least not for a while.
i dont want this to get fucked up. you mean something to meeeeeeeee.
eeeedit: good luck!!
its so weird knowing someone for such a short time and already having favorite memorys of being together and things that happend to/with one and other. pop sicles are a momory. waynes world, finding nemo, the word boat. my fitted sheet with fleece sewn on it that is used as a blanket instead of a fitted sheet. my present from my secret santa. going to buy gifts for our secret santeeees. the way we talk sometimes. what we talk about. food. lemon juice. my room, your room. songs we listen to together, me driving. sparkles, threadgills now too. our jackets. your black velvet jacket. i bet we have 58967982476987 memorys for almost each letter of the alphabet already.
i have memorys with other people too. im living in the now with you and at the same time i feel like living in the then with people too.
driving to starbucks getting frappaccinos. my 15th birthday going to eat veggie fajitas at maudies and then to pk. the horn. everything.
everything is just a variation of everything.
last night is already a memory.
i guess i'll start studying for finals and shit.
i have to think of a title for my book.
i think i have one but its pretty gay and cheesey.
its weird when things mean something to you but you arent sure what. at least not for a while.
i dont want this to get fucked up. you mean something to meeeeeeeee.
eeeedit: good luck!!