Big Love.

I like you so much my stomach hurts thinking about you.

I can't honestly say that I'm really listening when you're talking- there's something about your eyes that makes it impossible for me to look away and I sit there, absorbed while you talk about this or that, things I'm actually really interested in and if it was anyone else but you, this wouldn't happen.

But it's you, and it's me. And I don't know how you feel about me, because I often say ridiculous things and then you laugh and look at me out of your crinkled up eyes. But I want you to know that I am an intelligent person, and I will not stand for any of this heart aflutter, head over heels bullshit crap.

oh hey there college application I have conveniently put off until 8 hours before the due date!

Uhp- now seven hours.

Kool.

Why do I always do this? It's like I have an inkling of what I want to do but keep up with the back and forth until it's decision time. Now I'm cracking down with only one way to go from here.

What I really want to do is go to pilates, write a decent blog entry instead of this shmutz and put up all the fine art (re: Warhol prints and shirtless posters of Jim Morrison) I've been collecting on my walls.

No, no, no- thinking like that won't help me. Why, YES, I would love to answer your thought-provoking essay question. It's actually really cool, and thought-provoking, so I'm going to give it a go.

Yay.