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so, this was my journal entry from march 30th, 2005. about a year ago.
i want a boy. a boy that fits perfectly with me. he'll have semi-long, dyed black hair, & the bluest eyes you'd ever see. he'll make up cute little nicknames for me, & call me a new one each time we talked. he'll listen to something corporate, & straylight run, & all those other sucky piano-rock bands. he'll play acoustic guitar, & make a sad attempt to write a song about me. we'll call each other names, but he'll make sure i'm joking. & on those days where i feel like crap, he'll come to my house & hug me & make me feel all better. he'll be cute, but not too cute, i don't want every single girl to be all over him. we'll talk on the phone for hours every day, & be dissapointed to hang up. & we'll sneak out in the middle of the night, & meet up at the park, & just talk about everything. we'd kiss a lot, & make sure people saw, because we'd love annoying people. he'll come to my house over the weekends in the morning, when i'm not even awake, & lay with me until i wake up. then he'd help me do my hair. & we'll take stupid pictures. his name would be something short & cute, like adam or ryan. i'd go to his house & dance with him to the worst music in the world. he wouldn't be scared to let me put makeup on him. & for the days where i can't talk on the phone, we'll stay online for hours & hours & talk through instant messaging. he'll try & put nailpolish on me, but it'd end up looking horrible, but i wouldn't care. he wouldn't mind my annoying habit for my teeth to always be clean. we'd go to a the killers concert & scream our lungs out, & come home exhausted, but too excited to sleep. he'd have enough talent to teach HIMSELF the guitar, & not go to lessons. he'd steal my zip up hoodies and wear them. he'd come over & lay on my bed, leaving my pillow smelling like his laundry detergent. he'd tell me that he loves me, & make sure i'd say it back. he'd be a livejournal geek. & we'd never have days that "we need to spend time with friends" because we'd be each other's best friend. he'd tickle me until i cry & then stop & kiss me. we'd attack each other with sharpies. & make out on his couch in his basement. we'd eat peanut butter straight from the jar. & he'd move my hair from my eyes when he wanted to kiss me. & i'd do the same to him. & he'd promise me he'd never break my heart. & he'd keep the promise. forever.
funny how things turn out.
i want a boy. a boy that fits perfectly with me. he'll have semi-long, dyed black hair, & the bluest eyes you'd ever see. he'll make up cute little nicknames for me, & call me a new one each time we talked. he'll listen to something corporate, & straylight run, & all those other sucky piano-rock bands. he'll play acoustic guitar, & make a sad attempt to write a song about me. we'll call each other names, but he'll make sure i'm joking. & on those days where i feel like crap, he'll come to my house & hug me & make me feel all better. he'll be cute, but not too cute, i don't want every single girl to be all over him. we'll talk on the phone for hours every day, & be dissapointed to hang up. & we'll sneak out in the middle of the night, & meet up at the park, & just talk about everything. we'd kiss a lot, & make sure people saw, because we'd love annoying people. he'll come to my house over the weekends in the morning, when i'm not even awake, & lay with me until i wake up. then he'd help me do my hair. & we'll take stupid pictures. his name would be something short & cute, like adam or ryan. i'd go to his house & dance with him to the worst music in the world. he wouldn't be scared to let me put makeup on him. & for the days where i can't talk on the phone, we'll stay online for hours & hours & talk through instant messaging. he'll try & put nailpolish on me, but it'd end up looking horrible, but i wouldn't care. he wouldn't mind my annoying habit for my teeth to always be clean. we'd go to a the killers concert & scream our lungs out, & come home exhausted, but too excited to sleep. he'd have enough talent to teach HIMSELF the guitar, & not go to lessons. he'd steal my zip up hoodies and wear them. he'd come over & lay on my bed, leaving my pillow smelling like his laundry detergent. he'd tell me that he loves me, & make sure i'd say it back. he'd be a livejournal geek. & we'd never have days that "we need to spend time with friends" because we'd be each other's best friend. he'd tickle me until i cry & then stop & kiss me. we'd attack each other with sharpies. & make out on his couch in his basement. we'd eat peanut butter straight from the jar. & he'd move my hair from my eyes when he wanted to kiss me. & i'd do the same to him. & he'd promise me he'd never break my heart. & he'd keep the promise. forever.
funny how things turn out.