More Txts I've Saved

I wish i was there. I love thunderstorms. This is the first time you've actually tanned? For real? You look really good you know :] don't hide behind that 45 and ruin a great thing!
-Dave

You should reconsider that motto then. I too prefer mime to lobster, but tan chloe trumps both like the ace of spades. I'm listening to farmhouse and that always reminds me of you for some reason.
-Dave

Madrid is magnificent. I saw lots of famous art and cool architecture. I will try to text you once in a while, it's 55 cents to send. I miss you mucho!
-Nicki

HE JUST SAID GRIST!!! WTF!?!
-Dave

That is NOT worth it. He was like "...and it was just grist for the mill." i was shocked and confused and delighted.
-Dave

Sounds super constructive. Does he still go to that school? I just realized how contradictory a private, christian school is to your current ideology. I overlooked private. That's so funny. Unrelatedly, my friend Scott just got here so now i have someone to hang with besides my brother!
-Dave

:] <3
-Dave

I was just guitar dueting with my uncle. We played wish you were here. Then i got sad. It was really cool though.
-Dave

i would but i am going to the beach as well as jeff- when i saw him Txting you i thought about how much i adore you and how sad i was i didn't get to see you the other night and figured i should tell you i love you so you don't forget about me =)
-Gina

YEAH! That's what i like to hear! :D you rock for real! Lol
-Dave

Nice. I'm dying of anticipation. wednesday should kick ass. And every day after that i think. As long as we're not 100 miles apart.
-Dave

Okay. Good night sleepyhead. I'll make your name a bitch for someone rich to clean up. Fais des beaux reves sans moi. See you soon <3
-Dave

Your name was just carved into a big new house's new cement driveway next to mine and the date. :D
-Dave

Haha I'm the same way. We can make real music for free together. It's cheaper and way more rewarding!
-Dave

LOL I love you. You truly are The truth or dare master.
-Abby

Excellent, excellent. I am looking forward to it. I miss you all like you have no idea. Enjoy DCI tonight!
-Nicki

Yeah i know. Please don't take advantage of my limited mental capacity and have your way with me. Actually go for it. Should be a fun weekend though for sure.
-Dave

It's all sounding great. I'm flattered that you'd like to do boring things with my future mentally handicapped self instead of something fun. Even if I won't remember any of the unspeakable things you could get away with doing to me.
-Dave

Wednesday

Tuesday night into Saturday I spent the night at Sarah's. We had a good time talking in her computer room until about 10:30 when we decided to go in the hot tub. Of course we had both forgotten the power outage a week ago so the hot tub was in reality a luke warm tub of 84 degrees. She hit the breaker and I turned up the heater from economy to standard, and we both went into the basement to watch Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay. They're in Guantanamo Bay for a total of five minutes of the movie and then they get into more trouble, meet some nice ladies, and some nice pot with the president. Afterwards Sarah and I went into the hot tub which was a cozy 96 at that point. We talked some more, so at around 2 in the morning we came back inside. She went upstairs to change, so I looked at the alternative scenes menu that Pat had left up when he passed out. I think my favorite porn star was in the movie. Not because I've actually seen her work, but because her name's Chloe. Then we watched Sydney White and I didn't get any of the Snow White references until at least four minutes after the initial joke... Then we passed out around 5:30. Then I woke up at 10:10 because my phone alarm was set. Ugh.

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I walked home from Sarah's wearing jeans and a black Abbey Road shirt. I did not anticipate morning humidity. Upon arriving home I took a three minute shower with just the cold water and got into my pink/white striped tank top and brown shorts. I felt like Neopolitan Ice Cream, delicious. I started walking down Kirk because I assumed Dave was doing the same, but he was at his mom's without a bike, so he drove with his mom in the passenger seat. Thank the FSM because it was really gross out still and sitting is very nice. We got home and sat in my kitchen drinking water and talking until my brother's friends showed up. My brother was not home, but they insisted on staying. It wasn't that bad because we're friends with Nick and I like Branden. They left to go to the gas station, so Dave and I went out to the hammock and chilled. Then they came back. Still not so bad, but then Branden left and Nick was sorta creepin' on the cock block. I kinda bitch shoo'ed him away, so I felt a little bad, but not too much. I don't remember how we got to be sitting on the same side of the hammock, but it was nice. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and I did not see it, but Dave fell out of the hammock and tried to cover. We talked for a while, and stayed silent for a while. Around three we went inside to start watching Stigmata and have lunch. Carrots and Cheese Sticks may be yummy munchies, but not date food. Nor is bread, unless I'm the guest. It was an absolutely horrible movie, but when I answer the phone Dave had the slick arm around the shoulder move and I pretty much didn't stop smiling. He rested his head on mine, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I sorta wasn't paying attention to the movie at that point. Around 4:30 his mom called and said she was in the driveway. We hadn't seen the end of the movie yet, so we sat together for maybe thirty more seconds, stood up, hugged. I had an arm over his shoulder and lingered like that for a little while when he put his hand on my waist and brought me into a kiss. I forgot what it was like and I was pretty much smiling the whole time. We hugged one more time and then he was off. I went into my room and played "Do You Believe in Magic?" as loud as my iPod speakers could go. Then "First Date" and "Always" by Blink-182 and I danced around my room and smiled and shook and danced again.

Albert Camus

I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still.