Why should i be so depressed?
Today i woke up with one of the most beautiful girls i have ever met in bed next to me. Nothing happened, we just talked most of the night. But talking to her, for the first time in a long time, it felt like someone knew how i felt. Tomorrow she will be in corvallis, and honestly, i don't think i had a chance anyway. But the whole experience, running and laying in keller fountain, and walking back so she could change into dry clothes, me totally unaware that i would end up borrowing clothes, then sitting with the hookah and eventually ending up almost naked in her bed, talking and actually having an intelligent conversation, and me being able to hold back the hormones, is all kind of sinking in now. I am writing this from her computer, it is the last day she will live in the Ondine, and the last day i will visit for a long time. Its a sad thought really. Having such an amazing night and then having to go home to my life of starbucks and drinking, and insomnia. I don't even have a hangover to distract me from the boredom that will devour the day, or remind me of the night before. Oh well... you win some, you lose some. Have a nice summer guys.