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I haven't updated this in months. Literally.
I had a dream about a week ago about Summer Stage. It was weird, there was a bakery in the PAC that I went to every day and there was this guy (the sixth Dietzler, lol) who was like, the ghost of Summer Stage, but not really a ghost, a real person. But every time I went up, he would interrogate me about why I wasn't doing Mainstage this year. And I told him all my reasons, which are my reasons in real life, and waved them off and asked me really why. And I just kept repeating my reasons, which are my only true reasons. And when I woke up, I felt so sad. I didn't realize that I would miss it as much as I apparently do. I didn't even realize I missed it.
I don't know. I'm having a great summer. I'm making literally twice as much as I was 2 months ago. I am having a great time. I miss seeing my friends as much as I did last year, and as much as I'd like to. But I really couldn't be happier. Fred is fantastic. I love him so much, I really do. He is so much fun, his family is crazy but awesome, and his friends are HILARIOUS. I'm having so much fun. I've never been this happy, honest to God.
We have the weirdest things in common. Like, except for ketchup, which he hates (WHAT?!?), all his weird food things, I have too. (Like, don't trust Taco Bell. Cereal with milk is gross. Stuff like that.) He doesn't have all mine -- obviously, most people couldn't survive -- but it is weird.
His friends are funny. They have their own drama. Fred's clique is much smaller than the squad, but there are definite similarities, lots of parallels.
So tonight, I'm making Fred dinner at my dad's house. The only thing I've ever cooked for him is tacos, so I feel like I should actually try and really impress him. And plus, all the times he's cooked for me, I've LOVED it. It's so nice. The least I can do is return the favor. We're having chicken parm (since that's all I make ... and it's GOOD) and angelhair pasta and garlic bread and something for dessert which I haven't decided on yet. Then, we're going to the midnight showing of Pirates in Manayunk with Nick, Casey and Kate.
He's absolutely the best thing that's ever happened to me. That's all I've got to say today. That, and I promise I'll update more.
I had a dream about a week ago about Summer Stage. It was weird, there was a bakery in the PAC that I went to every day and there was this guy (the sixth Dietzler, lol) who was like, the ghost of Summer Stage, but not really a ghost, a real person. But every time I went up, he would interrogate me about why I wasn't doing Mainstage this year. And I told him all my reasons, which are my reasons in real life, and waved them off and asked me really why. And I just kept repeating my reasons, which are my only true reasons. And when I woke up, I felt so sad. I didn't realize that I would miss it as much as I apparently do. I didn't even realize I missed it.
I don't know. I'm having a great summer. I'm making literally twice as much as I was 2 months ago. I am having a great time. I miss seeing my friends as much as I did last year, and as much as I'd like to. But I really couldn't be happier. Fred is fantastic. I love him so much, I really do. He is so much fun, his family is crazy but awesome, and his friends are HILARIOUS. I'm having so much fun. I've never been this happy, honest to God.
We have the weirdest things in common. Like, except for ketchup, which he hates (WHAT?!?), all his weird food things, I have too. (Like, don't trust Taco Bell. Cereal with milk is gross. Stuff like that.) He doesn't have all mine -- obviously, most people couldn't survive -- but it is weird.
His friends are funny. They have their own drama. Fred's clique is much smaller than the squad, but there are definite similarities, lots of parallels.
So tonight, I'm making Fred dinner at my dad's house. The only thing I've ever cooked for him is tacos, so I feel like I should actually try and really impress him. And plus, all the times he's cooked for me, I've LOVED it. It's so nice. The least I can do is return the favor. We're having chicken parm (since that's all I make ... and it's GOOD) and angelhair pasta and garlic bread and something for dessert which I haven't decided on yet. Then, we're going to the midnight showing of Pirates in Manayunk with Nick, Casey and Kate.
He's absolutely the best thing that's ever happened to me. That's all I've got to say today. That, and I promise I'll update more.