Of love and hair
So what is new? A lot I guess. Im just too much of a damned lazy ass to update you wonderful people.
Gwen is coming home soon for spring break. Much earlier in this journal I wrote about how we go through phases. I like her, she doesnt like me back. She likes me, I dont like her back. Well, it is the latter, it seems and Im not giving in. Ive moved on from these highschool games of love tag. Ive found someone else.
Cass. She is a wonderful person. I just want to be with her every moment. Like the kid says in About A Boy "If I could just be around her all the time, I guess it wouldnt matter if I touched her or not" or something like that.
Cass and I have been hanging around each other a lot. She is always hounding me to play my guitar for her. Im always hounding her to sing along to my playing. I think we might be going on an actual date this weekend. We are going to go swing dancing out at the beach, but the term "date" was not discused, so I have no idea.
I got a hair cut. Its all gone. I had an insane, sort of white mans fro for a while there. Curly and out of control. Its gone. Its all gone. Thank god that I have a widows peak or this buzz cut would look like I was one of those white dudes trying to be all gangsta. The little girls at work were apalled. They said I no longer look like early Justin Timberlake, which had be jumping for joy in the isles of the library until the librarian gave me the glare of death and I sat down. Ros says it looks like Jake Gyllanhals new do... sure.
Ros and I are going to a concert in Oly next weekend. Some local bands. Should me neat.
I went with Ryan and Tom to Seattle a while ago. It was great. It was actaully hot and we ran around the big fountain at the Center with our shirts off, yelling about the end of the world. We are random like that, let me tell you. Then we went down to Pikes Place and sucked on honey sticks and listened to streat performers.
Now if only everyone could have the kind of love that Ryan and Tom have for each other, the world would be a perfect place.
Time for me to go. I have a play to attend.
-Leo
Gwen is coming home soon for spring break. Much earlier in this journal I wrote about how we go through phases. I like her, she doesnt like me back. She likes me, I dont like her back. Well, it is the latter, it seems and Im not giving in. Ive moved on from these highschool games of love tag. Ive found someone else.
Cass. She is a wonderful person. I just want to be with her every moment. Like the kid says in About A Boy "If I could just be around her all the time, I guess it wouldnt matter if I touched her or not" or something like that.
Cass and I have been hanging around each other a lot. She is always hounding me to play my guitar for her. Im always hounding her to sing along to my playing. I think we might be going on an actual date this weekend. We are going to go swing dancing out at the beach, but the term "date" was not discused, so I have no idea.
I got a hair cut. Its all gone. I had an insane, sort of white mans fro for a while there. Curly and out of control. Its gone. Its all gone. Thank god that I have a widows peak or this buzz cut would look like I was one of those white dudes trying to be all gangsta. The little girls at work were apalled. They said I no longer look like early Justin Timberlake, which had be jumping for joy in the isles of the library until the librarian gave me the glare of death and I sat down. Ros says it looks like Jake Gyllanhals new do... sure.
Ros and I are going to a concert in Oly next weekend. Some local bands. Should me neat.
I went with Ryan and Tom to Seattle a while ago. It was great. It was actaully hot and we ran around the big fountain at the Center with our shirts off, yelling about the end of the world. We are random like that, let me tell you. Then we went down to Pikes Place and sucked on honey sticks and listened to streat performers.
Now if only everyone could have the kind of love that Ryan and Tom have for each other, the world would be a perfect place.
Time for me to go. I have a play to attend.
-Leo