stars and sons

What's been going on lately?

Well, let me tell you...

I found a paintbrush outside today and I kept it.

One of the coolest stores of all time maybe ever just disappeared. It's just gone, and it makes me sad. Especially since there were a few things I was planning on getting there when I had more money, and now they are gone forever. Where am I going to buy old skeleton keys now? Where can I get ugly wall decorations? Okay, probably many places, but it's still weird how it just vanished.

Tell All Your Friends, I have decided, is my favorite CD to sing. To freakin' belt. I mean, I don't even know if I like it anymore, because I haven't listened to it just to listen to it for a long time. When I listen to it, it's always because I want to sing loud, and that's it.

I got soap in my eye.

I just found out that M'Lyssa is drawing me for Drawing class, which is nothing short of awwwesome.

In fourth hour today, I felt like actually doing something for once, so I'm making this blob thing, out of black and white patterns. It's what the Art One classes did, but I'm just doing it for fun. Seriously, I'm really excited for it.

I love Yoo-hoo.

I love apple pies/cobblers/fritters/sauce/juice.

I love the fact that fall is here.

I do not love, however, the fact that bruises from seven months ago are coming back. That's not normal. I went to a show at the Pipe waaay back, got pushed into a grindrail by some stupid "hardcore" (psh!) dancers and got this intense bruise on the back of my right ankle.. well that's back. And that's not normal. But I had to get bloodwork done, and nothing is wrong there. Soo blaaah. I'll stop complaining now.

Today I got to see Ryan for the first time in a while. And I got to meet his six month old nephew. He's adorable. Honestly, the kid is almost too cute. And he kept looking at me and grabbing my fingers to chew on them. But that was probably the better part of my day, hanging out with Ryan and baby Dillon. I love Ryan and don't see him even close to enough.

Hey so.. completely unrelated, but...

I got a rose yesterday. How 'bout that, eh? Really, I don't deserve it. And I don't deserve being called "amazing" or "perfect". Especially not perfect. It kind of bothers me actually, that's why I argue about it. I mean, I feel like you'll eventually realize that no, I'm not perfect (at all), and I'd rather you realize that now. But, man, I'm not used to this.. And I think you're lying.

I know I'm holding back but I don't exactly know why.

Five months and Roman and I still have mirrored lives.




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