Meaningful.
Sunday Day was quite dull. I did nothing except finish The Hobbit and finally ask mom for some money to buy my access code. Very unexciting, indeed.
But Sunday Night was far better. Rom came over and we made spaghetti. Then Elisse came over and the three of us watched Death to Smoochy. It wasn't exactly life changing, and Jon Stewart's hair was HORRIBLE, but Rom laughed a lot and I got to snuggle with him on the couch. So all was well. After it was over he left and Elisse and I watched Monty Python's Meaning of Life. Never will be my favorite but I don't mind. Live Organ Transplant will forever give me chills.
My fingers smell like his hair.
I'm... I think I'm genuinely happy. Sure, I am feeling stressed about my classes, I wish I could see my mother, and I have a series of strange friendships that give me very little personal satisfaction. But I'm seeing a really nice, intelligent and good looking guy. There isn't much to it, pretty simple, but it is nice. I don't know, it's late, don't expect me to make a whole lot of sense.
The only thing about him is that he wears the same shirt a lot. I can't complain, I wear the same bra, jeans, and shirts multiple times, I dislike to change my sheets and I forget to wash my bath towel on occasion. It doesn't bother me too much. I'm just tired of seeing that same striped shirt, is all.
I do know for a fact that he changes his socks, so that is all that matters.
So I'm going to lay off on the personal hygiene line of thought here and go brush my teeth and crash into bed. Happy Martin Luther King day.
But Sunday Night was far better. Rom came over and we made spaghetti. Then Elisse came over and the three of us watched Death to Smoochy. It wasn't exactly life changing, and Jon Stewart's hair was HORRIBLE, but Rom laughed a lot and I got to snuggle with him on the couch. So all was well. After it was over he left and Elisse and I watched Monty Python's Meaning of Life. Never will be my favorite but I don't mind. Live Organ Transplant will forever give me chills.
My fingers smell like his hair.
I'm... I think I'm genuinely happy. Sure, I am feeling stressed about my classes, I wish I could see my mother, and I have a series of strange friendships that give me very little personal satisfaction. But I'm seeing a really nice, intelligent and good looking guy. There isn't much to it, pretty simple, but it is nice. I don't know, it's late, don't expect me to make a whole lot of sense.
The only thing about him is that he wears the same shirt a lot. I can't complain, I wear the same bra, jeans, and shirts multiple times, I dislike to change my sheets and I forget to wash my bath towel on occasion. It doesn't bother me too much. I'm just tired of seeing that same striped shirt, is all.
I do know for a fact that he changes his socks, so that is all that matters.
So I'm going to lay off on the personal hygiene line of thought here and go brush my teeth and crash into bed. Happy Martin Luther King day.