Muzak
Sio: You two talk so much. I think you have a mild obsession.
Rachel: Me?
Sio: Both of you.
So last night was music night at Aaron's. I'm not a music-y kind of girl, and so it scares me that I'm spending so much time with my opposite. Needless to say I was a bit intimidated, as Aaron knows so much. I pretty much just laid on the bed and listened or talked. Very warm and comfortable and relaxed. Experiencing someone else's passion is an enthralling thing to watch.
He played me a variety of depressing songs which suited him perfectly. But it was good music, and I loved his friends' band Saving Lisa. I've been playing the songs all morning, actually, but they won't save, and I either have to reload them every time or keep the browser open.
I also need to give the boy credit, as he carried me upstairs. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm made of glass, but that'll pass. I know it freaked him out though, so I felt a little guilty. But I don't think he realizes what a big deal that was and how much it means to me.
But yes. I had a great time, even though Aaron refuses to believe it. I hope he did at least a smidge as well.
I want to type a lot more, but this journal is quickly becoming entirely too intimate.
Rachel: Me?
Sio: Both of you.
So last night was music night at Aaron's. I'm not a music-y kind of girl, and so it scares me that I'm spending so much time with my opposite. Needless to say I was a bit intimidated, as Aaron knows so much. I pretty much just laid on the bed and listened or talked. Very warm and comfortable and relaxed. Experiencing someone else's passion is an enthralling thing to watch.
He played me a variety of depressing songs which suited him perfectly. But it was good music, and I loved his friends' band Saving Lisa. I've been playing the songs all morning, actually, but they won't save, and I either have to reload them every time or keep the browser open.
I also need to give the boy credit, as he carried me upstairs. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm made of glass, but that'll pass. I know it freaked him out though, so I felt a little guilty. But I don't think he realizes what a big deal that was and how much it means to me.
But yes. I had a great time, even though Aaron refuses to believe it. I hope he did at least a smidge as well.
I want to type a lot more, but this journal is quickly becoming entirely too intimate.