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My dad and my uncle went to India. This is the last uncle of mine who is single, but now he's off to get married. My mom spoke to him on the phone and she said that she's never heard a person sound so happy. But I know that his mom is probably happier. We weren't that close, but he always bought me books that he thought that I'd like and he was always right with his recommendations. We usually agreed on music too, although he seems to carry this deep seeded aversion to Coldplay, I really don't know why.
I missed out on seeing Morrissey again, I wasn't too disappointed, surprisingly. It just isn't the right time, it's not the right time to have a life changing moment, because that's what seeing him is going to do, it's going to change my life and apparently my stars and planet have aligned in such a way that makes seeing him not fit into my fate schedule. And it's alright, it really is, he and I have a long life ahead of us, so one day, one glorious day. And besides, Brandon saw him in Chicago for me and said he was "sexy," and I remember when he told me that on the phone, he was surprised.
So I have this theory about Mr Dickey. Yes the Mr. Dickey. I think he is nicer to girls with long hair, it's some sort of -ism, we'll call it hairism. But I've noticed, that last year, all I wanted was him to pay attention to me, so I thought of things to say and what did I get, nonchalant, cold, unimpressed remarks. I had short hair too. This year, my hair is clearly longer and I do wear it down more often and now he's paying attention me. Always giving me a hard time about the MUN morning announcements and laughing at me and starting some sort of conversation. I also noticed this last year though, that he was a bit warmer to some long haired females that shall go unnamed.
It's pretty awful when you find out someone that you have a crush on is gay. Yes, but the pain lessens when you write about it. well, the lead singer of Bloc Party, Kele Okereke is supposedly gay. Darn. This is apprently going to keep happening to me as life goes on. Well anyway he's gay and he wrote some incredibly moving, touching songs, which unfortunately makes him all the more attractive. I mean honestly, there's this song called "I Still Remember," which I have to force myself to stop listening to so that I won't get sick of it. I never want to get sick of that song, I want it to sound fresh and new everytime I hear it. The more feelings he's willing to share, the more open he is about himself; all I want to do his hug the life out of him. It's worse when you see a picture of Kele sitting and smiling with a dog.
Anyhow that's love innit? I made some goals for when finals ends.
1. Finish reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
2. Bake a cake.
3. Paint a large canvas.
4. Buy a dress.
5. Get a book on folk art.
6. Start jogging in the evenings.
I'll tell you how these go and I heard someone somewhere say don't be scared of the future, so I'm going to try that and I hope that you will too.
I missed out on seeing Morrissey again, I wasn't too disappointed, surprisingly. It just isn't the right time, it's not the right time to have a life changing moment, because that's what seeing him is going to do, it's going to change my life and apparently my stars and planet have aligned in such a way that makes seeing him not fit into my fate schedule. And it's alright, it really is, he and I have a long life ahead of us, so one day, one glorious day. And besides, Brandon saw him in Chicago for me and said he was "sexy," and I remember when he told me that on the phone, he was surprised.
So I have this theory about Mr Dickey. Yes the Mr. Dickey. I think he is nicer to girls with long hair, it's some sort of -ism, we'll call it hairism. But I've noticed, that last year, all I wanted was him to pay attention to me, so I thought of things to say and what did I get, nonchalant, cold, unimpressed remarks. I had short hair too. This year, my hair is clearly longer and I do wear it down more often and now he's paying attention me. Always giving me a hard time about the MUN morning announcements and laughing at me and starting some sort of conversation. I also noticed this last year though, that he was a bit warmer to some long haired females that shall go unnamed.
It's pretty awful when you find out someone that you have a crush on is gay. Yes, but the pain lessens when you write about it. well, the lead singer of Bloc Party, Kele Okereke is supposedly gay. Darn. This is apprently going to keep happening to me as life goes on. Well anyway he's gay and he wrote some incredibly moving, touching songs, which unfortunately makes him all the more attractive. I mean honestly, there's this song called "I Still Remember," which I have to force myself to stop listening to so that I won't get sick of it. I never want to get sick of that song, I want it to sound fresh and new everytime I hear it. The more feelings he's willing to share, the more open he is about himself; all I want to do his hug the life out of him. It's worse when you see a picture of Kele sitting and smiling with a dog.
Anyhow that's love innit? I made some goals for when finals ends.
1. Finish reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
2. Bake a cake.
3. Paint a large canvas.
4. Buy a dress.
5. Get a book on folk art.
6. Start jogging in the evenings.
I'll tell you how these go and I heard someone somewhere say don't be scared of the future, so I'm going to try that and I hope that you will too.