Stuff and things. . .
So last night was pretty much awesome. . .I wanted to write it all down when I got home so I wouldn't forget. . .buuuut I fell asleep instead.
Ian came up in conversation so many times last night. . .First Chris and I talked about it, then it was just like topic conversation numero uno, but no one meant too. It just happened.
And Ryan and I discussed blanket forts, and building one in Matt and Aaron's house while they were sleeping, and then we sang The Cure to eachother and I think it was a magical moment. He also ALWAYS has a lighter, now that's a good friend.
Karen is my friend now. . .I love her a lot, she seriously made one of the best mix CD's I've ever heard.
And I hung out with Lea too, and that was fun. As ALWAYS!!
And singalongs with Aaron are the best, and it never fails. . .never fails, to just make the night become the best ever, just because we sing our hearts out to whatever sentimental piece of crap comes on, and don't even care.
But I couldn't sing yesterday because I lost my voice from work.
Who would know that just talking non stop all day would be hard on your vocal chords. :)
"There's a hope in my head that's been cut and bled
dry as your bloodshot eyes.
And there's smoke in the air
and it's soon to clear revealing our demise.
There are some who say that it's a.o.k.
if it makes you feel alright.
It's just way too bad
now you're worse than sad
all locked up there inside.
And I don't know how you feel
but I'll make you a deal
if you make it out alive.
My shoulders and ears are all yours my dear.
I hope it comes as no suprise.
You've been known to say that you're a.o.k.
when you're feeling sick (dead) inside.
I just want you to know
I've got no place to go until the day you die.
While you're waiting, be thankful for your fingers.
I'll be fading with the colors of your pictures.
Ian came up in conversation so many times last night. . .First Chris and I talked about it, then it was just like topic conversation numero uno, but no one meant too. It just happened.
And Ryan and I discussed blanket forts, and building one in Matt and Aaron's house while they were sleeping, and then we sang The Cure to eachother and I think it was a magical moment. He also ALWAYS has a lighter, now that's a good friend.
Karen is my friend now. . .I love her a lot, she seriously made one of the best mix CD's I've ever heard.
And I hung out with Lea too, and that was fun. As ALWAYS!!
And singalongs with Aaron are the best, and it never fails. . .never fails, to just make the night become the best ever, just because we sing our hearts out to whatever sentimental piece of crap comes on, and don't even care.
But I couldn't sing yesterday because I lost my voice from work.
Who would know that just talking non stop all day would be hard on your vocal chords. :)
"There's a hope in my head that's been cut and bled
dry as your bloodshot eyes.
And there's smoke in the air
and it's soon to clear revealing our demise.
There are some who say that it's a.o.k.
if it makes you feel alright.
It's just way too bad
now you're worse than sad
all locked up there inside.
And I don't know how you feel
but I'll make you a deal
if you make it out alive.
My shoulders and ears are all yours my dear.
I hope it comes as no suprise.
You've been known to say that you're a.o.k.
when you're feeling sick (dead) inside.
I just want you to know
I've got no place to go until the day you die.
While you're waiting, be thankful for your fingers.
I'll be fading with the colors of your pictures.