Amazing.
Today was...yeah, amazing. I don't know where to begin, so maybe I'll start with yesterday (go figure).
Not much to say except... I finished/turned in that damned book of vignettes, which wasn't as good as I hoped it would be, except for the last two. One of which I shall post, because I like it...
Let’s go outside, you say.
But it’s cold out there.
So wear a jacket. And you take my hand and pull me down the stairs and I trip, and you laugh at me, and I laugh at myself.
We open the door and the sharp wind slaps me in the face, and it’s colder than I had thought. But it doesn’t matter.
Where are we going? I ask, shivering.
You’ll see. It wasn’t here last time. You’re gonna love this.
Now I’m curious, and we start walking out onto the construction site where there’s going to be a park, but right now it’s all just mud and patches of concrete. It’s eight o’clock and pitch black except for the far-off streetlights that offer a faint glow in the distance, like car headlights on a road at night. And we laugh as we realize that there’s more mud than you expected, and it gets caked on our shoes but you tell me to just keep following you. We laugh and run, and then we reach the slab where there’s going to be a basketball court or something, and we scrape our shoes and write our initials on it with mud.
We’re not there yet, and our shoes are getting heavier and slipping off our feet as we plod through deeper patches of mud. You almost step in a pool of water and I giggle, because I’m freezing and I get hyper when I’m cold, and my hands are going numb. It’s probably less than 40 degrees out here, but I don’t care.
And then we’re finally there, and it’s only a playground. At least it’s something solid, and we climb on and scrape our shoes again. I feel like a kid. I grasp the frigid metal bars with my bare hands and they are still numb. We joke about going down the muddy slides, and you almost push me and I shriek, but then we both laugh and you hold me.
We decide we’d better go, since it’s getting late and we have to take the long way in order to get our shoes clean. We walk on the sidewalk and get most of the muck off, but the icy wind is still biting my skin, and the song in my head is singing, Every time I’m talking with you it’s always over too soon.
Back to your house, then into the car. The ride seems short and then I’m home, alone again, and I look in the mirror. Smudged makeup and stringy hair, all messed up and wavy like bed sheets when you get up in the morning. And I think: That’s me, that’s me, and I know that I can’t wait to see you again.
Also, last night I called JEFF! for the first time in, like, an eternity. That was awesome, and I wish we talked more often...
And today I saw Forrest. I went over to his house and we walked around Hutto, and went to the Wag-A-Bag for no reason. We then walked in his neighborhood, and I was finally officially introduced to Josh and Andrew. And they all played this disturbing South Park game, which was...well, disturbing. Then Forrest and I went back to his house, and he made me quesadillas. Heh... mine came out completely perfect, and his was insanely screwed up... but they were good. And we "watched" Family Guy on DVD. Other things happened that I'm not going to put in here, but let's just say that.... holy crap... tonight was awesome. I never thought I'd be in love.
Sorry for the sappy entry. Guess it's just my mood right now.
I laugh until my head comes off
I swallow until I burst
Until I burst
Not much to say except... I finished/turned in that damned book of vignettes, which wasn't as good as I hoped it would be, except for the last two. One of which I shall post, because I like it...
Let’s go outside, you say.
But it’s cold out there.
So wear a jacket. And you take my hand and pull me down the stairs and I trip, and you laugh at me, and I laugh at myself.
We open the door and the sharp wind slaps me in the face, and it’s colder than I had thought. But it doesn’t matter.
Where are we going? I ask, shivering.
You’ll see. It wasn’t here last time. You’re gonna love this.
Now I’m curious, and we start walking out onto the construction site where there’s going to be a park, but right now it’s all just mud and patches of concrete. It’s eight o’clock and pitch black except for the far-off streetlights that offer a faint glow in the distance, like car headlights on a road at night. And we laugh as we realize that there’s more mud than you expected, and it gets caked on our shoes but you tell me to just keep following you. We laugh and run, and then we reach the slab where there’s going to be a basketball court or something, and we scrape our shoes and write our initials on it with mud.
We’re not there yet, and our shoes are getting heavier and slipping off our feet as we plod through deeper patches of mud. You almost step in a pool of water and I giggle, because I’m freezing and I get hyper when I’m cold, and my hands are going numb. It’s probably less than 40 degrees out here, but I don’t care.
And then we’re finally there, and it’s only a playground. At least it’s something solid, and we climb on and scrape our shoes again. I feel like a kid. I grasp the frigid metal bars with my bare hands and they are still numb. We joke about going down the muddy slides, and you almost push me and I shriek, but then we both laugh and you hold me.
We decide we’d better go, since it’s getting late and we have to take the long way in order to get our shoes clean. We walk on the sidewalk and get most of the muck off, but the icy wind is still biting my skin, and the song in my head is singing, Every time I’m talking with you it’s always over too soon.
Back to your house, then into the car. The ride seems short and then I’m home, alone again, and I look in the mirror. Smudged makeup and stringy hair, all messed up and wavy like bed sheets when you get up in the morning. And I think: That’s me, that’s me, and I know that I can’t wait to see you again.
Also, last night I called JEFF! for the first time in, like, an eternity. That was awesome, and I wish we talked more often...
And today I saw Forrest. I went over to his house and we walked around Hutto, and went to the Wag-A-Bag for no reason. We then walked in his neighborhood, and I was finally officially introduced to Josh and Andrew. And they all played this disturbing South Park game, which was...well, disturbing. Then Forrest and I went back to his house, and he made me quesadillas. Heh... mine came out completely perfect, and his was insanely screwed up... but they were good. And we "watched" Family Guy on DVD. Other things happened that I'm not going to put in here, but let's just say that.... holy crap... tonight was awesome. I never thought I'd be in love.
Sorry for the sappy entry. Guess it's just my mood right now.
I laugh until my head comes off
I swallow until I burst
Until I burst