Bonfire/Campfire

We sang songs of moose and fire and Kumbaya and watched the fire crackle and burn and drank apple cider and Mango Twist with too much noise and talked about drugs, sex, and alcohol, but still kept that wild trepidation of so long ago with the magic and awe of being outside and happy. Guy on the fire, where creation for the sake of destruction and meeting for the sake of music, brought back memories and laughter of when we were newer. Huddling close and whispering of sad realizations, but singing loud and holding on to that trembling, fearful rise of welcoming acceptance we cannot usher in quite yet. They said the embers looked like Phoenix feathers or dragon scales, but when things come of out fire that should stay dead, they set barns on fire. I've got my bucket ready, but right now, I'm using it as part of my robot costume.

Hear me crying
Hear me singing
Hear me laughing
Oh I need you
Come by Here

Txts: Random

I had a great afternoon today. I'm really surprised my mom wasn't pissed. She just gave me a talk and a warning. :P
-Dave, on Matt's birthday

How about Satur Day? It only happens 52 times a year.
-Dave, on holidays that need celebrating

But I NEED that shamWow.
-Matt, on cigarettes, porn, and infomercials

Hahaha. Sorry, I think I have another pair of pants to party in that day, but thanks for the invite.
-Me, on The Party in Matt's Pants

I'm not sure if I should appreciate that, but I do, so thanks!
-Dave, on me thinking of him when I go to burn the anarchist

Oh god! Oh god it burns!
-Dave, on setting fire to the anarchist for Guy Fawkes Night

I love you too. I'll talk to you tomorrow! <3
-Dave

Thank you for being a good friend.


"Shh, I'm rocking out."
-Molly

Trees

There used to be a large, dead and dying tree in my front yard where we currently have growing decorative grass. A man used to come every once in a while to take mushrooms that had sprouted themselves on the stump. We don't know if he sold or ate them or actually knew what he was talking about, but my mom would occasionally check the news for "mycology related deaths." My neighbors had another large, dead tree in their side yard in between our driveways. One day that was scheduled to be uneventful, I woke up to discover firemen clustered around the trunk and attempting to coax a wayward iguana from its perch at the top. Sometime after they got it down, our family hosted it for a week, but it was really boring. We sent it on its way to Farmer Willy, and I lost track of it from there. The neighbors had another large pecan tree, where they currently have planted a cat nip tree. Once, Jack and I nabbed every single fallen nut and tried to eat them. Not knowing if we had to roast them or other preparations, we gave up and threw them at each other. There are a total of four trees my neighbors no longer have. Along with the ones already mentioned, two that threatened to fall on their house. It makes the sky over their yard look empty. Before the neighborhood in back of the firehouse was constructed, there used to be a crab apple tree in the field neighboring my yard. Deer would often frequent it, as would my brother and I to collect ammo for when the "invaders" who never came finally arrived. One very early morning, maybe getting ready for school or cartoons, my dad hushed me awake to look out of our kitchen window to see a horse nibbling around the tree. That may also have been Farmer Willy's, but I don't remember it very well.

Response to my Note Passing

.. .-.. --- ..- . -.-- --- ..- - --- --- .-.-.- :]


Which translates to: I loue you too

6/8 of the Drafts I've Typed

You're super hot and have very pretty features, kinda like a doll. He understands water and dirt and flowers. He's practical. Place the stones at my head and tell them all that I done. You're good. Now it's just pleasure and vinyl. They're like zombies or sadists or something.

Thunderstorms, wrap-around porches, homemade lemonade, tiki torches, technicolor pachyderms it's really too much for me, this machine surrounds hate and forces it to surrender Why is there a tambourine attached to a cowbell?

But in the hereness of dusk I am moving towards the doomlike bells through the flowered air, beneath the rising moon.

Legal Jargon vs. Plain English, Copyright Law Legal systems of other countries, Ganja Queen, what are the colorful tubes in between a tractor trailer, why do shapes taste better than noodle, ageism in 55+ communities

That's better than the bullet that killed Kennedy.

My dream gave me three options: I could sneak back and let everybody know with the hose, become bitter about it like Tom Brokaw, Stay here and follow that duck, or start a band.


Of course the ones I don't publish have the most meaning, and I'll probably delete them soon. There are moments where quotes will strike me, or I'll need to write something down, and so I save them in drafts. This is that assembly of spontaneous thoughts worth saving.

My Top 50 Most Played

1. Farmhouse
2. Always
3. Chasing Cars
4. Stolen
5. First Date
6. Semi Charmed Life
7. Wish You Were Here
8. Yellow
9. All My Loving
10. I've Just Seen a Face
11. Hands Down
12. Calling You
13. Honey and the Moon
14. Closing Time
15. All You Need is Love
16. Missed the Boat
17. Fix You
18. Going to California
19. Beloved
20. Samson
21. Do You Believe in Magic
22. Bug
23. Fidelity
24. The Flowers
25. Crazy for This Girl
26. Lizzy
27. Long Walk Home
28. Old Man
29. I Want You
30. The Best Deceptions
31. Radio Nowhere
32. Somedays
33. Lover I Don't Have to Love
34. The General
35. You Can't Always Get What You Want
36. Not the Same
37. You and Me
38. Laid
39. The Connection
40. Secret Smile
41. Black Hole Sun
42. 4:16
43. Pennies from Heaven
44. Devil's Arcade
45. Together
46. Piazza, New York Catcher
47. I Miss You
48. The Great Gig in the Sky
49. Screaming Infidelities
50. What's My Age Again?

I listen to songs that remind me of him a lot

Waste

Every single Phish song I own reminds me of Dave. One towards the end of gym class he thought the "Wish You Were Here" shirt Molly got me for Christmas said, "Phish." I'd always associated him with the band even if I wasn't specifically sure why I'd picked up the connection. He has some ridiculous amount of Phish on his iPod; something around 10 GB. Before there were even speckles of interest, during the Stink Bomb Crisis, I checked out all of the available Phish albums from Brandywine Hundred and set to listening. I didn't keep everything, in fact, I didn't keep much. One of the outstanding songs was Waste. The lyrics are fantastic and the mood is so calm and mellow it's a wonderful lounging song. I distinctly remember telling Dave that I had listened to Waste and watched the sun set, at least a month before my birthday party. About a week before my birthday, he sent me Farmhouse, one song from White Tape, and the rest of Led Zeppelin IV I did not already have. During my party, after I had just barely escaped bearwrestling on a technicality, Farmhouse came on over the loudspeakers and we made eye contact, and I smiled and sang a little. Farmhouse especially reminds me of him.

Ice Cream and Thousand Legger Bugs

The worst of all legged abominations and yummy ice cream. A very nice evening with friends, and I stopped being angry, and I stopped being angry at myself for letting my mom get to me. We were sitting in a booth, with Jeff to my left and Lexi to my right in the aisle. Jeff was asking me about a Journalism class I don't have, and to my horror slightly to the right of his shoulder was a thousand legger bug crawling across the wall. I froze in shock and repulsion and started backing out of the booth. Eventually it was made clear my fear, and we moved to another table after Jeff failed at being the boy in the situation. So sitting at this other table without walls bordering it, I thought we were safe. However, I was leaning back in my chair as we were ready to leave, and Abby gasped, "Chloe, behind you!" And there on the wall, maybe not inches from my head and Dave's alpaca, was another bug. I screamed, jumped, and ran outside. Luckily we'd been ready to pay.

NMbtV

Fuck this. I'd been more than satisfied with any time we had together, but then my mom made me realize the only things we've done at his house since becoming "official" are watch horrible movies OnDemand, sports, or fool around. Anything in public we've done has been coincidence or at my suggestion and he's never suggested something for us to do. I'll try to let him know that I'm pissed, but I'm not putting this lifestyle changing effort for something that might make him happy or might make him think of Sarah. Sarah scares the shit out of me, in case anyone was wondering. I still think they're a way better couple than we ever will, and she wasn't a secret. I feel like she's the Gina to JoeKat, but without as much hate. Just a lot of indifference, which is even worse in my book.

Graffiti

I do believe I would like to branch into the real thing, with physical results and paint and smells and evidence and consequence and an audience.

Tying a bunch of holes Together

The hole in my hammock is big enough for my entire arm and shoulder to fit through to make it possible to hug while on the hammock without it going numb. I'm all better emotionally, but completely mortified because of the cause.* It was a spectacular evening and we had fun carving pumpkins and I got the alpaca. :D

*PMSing ended last night, but I didn't know until eleven

"I love you" vs. "Love you"

I am in even less control of my emotions than I usually am, and the difference made my cold, sleepless night into a physically ill morning. Once might not have bothered me if the next time I was reassured, but twice has sent me into an insecure panic and has what will eventually not be a little stuck on my mind. I knew it would hurt, but there's not even anything behind this. I think there's a difference, and I hope it's not prompted by anything.

NMbtV

I'm going to try going vegetarian for a month. I understand the concepts of economic vegetarians and social vegetarians and health vegetarians, but I'm doing it for none of those reasons. I'm doing it because vegetarians taste better and I want to return the favor. Only for a month or so, until sometime after Halloween, but it could potentially backfire. I think Sarah C. is a vegetarian, and I don't want to rekindle memories. I also don't want to imply I'm flattering him by mimicking his lifestyle choice, though I do admire it. It could potentially be fun. Lunch and breakfast are almost always meatless, so dinner is my only obstacle, and I've eaten a lot more fruit than I would otherwise. Vitamins to supplement protein and iron are back in my diet and a whole lot of water to clear out my system faster. I started yesterday and we'll see how it goes.

No Meat but the Vegetarian's

He got me flowers and wore Chuck Taylors

They're beautiful and smell very cool and light. I've never gotten a bouquet before and I don't know if there's any special way I'm supposed to dry them so I can save it. I felt very much myself because I was wearing my fancy heels that cost more than $20 and a dress that only I have owned and a necklace I bought with my own money with flowers gotten specifically for me that took effort to get, and yet not me because I only ever wear things that are secondhand. It was nice. I had a lot of fun.

The kid on my bus got a new cologne.

Remedy to my Lack of Beautiful Words

I do not know the story behind the sadness in your eyes but i hope as the day gives way to night that somehow there is something to make you happy, if only for a moment. You are awesome. Remember that. Love you.
-Molly

One Txt to Save

Another was that I felt honored to be consulted. Thank you.
-Oct. 8th 2008

Duke

My aunt Karen is the Head Archivist of Photography or something ridiculous at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. I've spent a spring break on campus and an Easter in the chapel, but I was too young to appreciate her life and the simple pleasures of sitting and enjoying it. Art, music, and the beauty of the campus and gardens combined for me to have a great weekend. Friday I flew down on South West and got to sit in on three classes, because the professor of my fourth class, Global Warming, got the stomach flu. Strangely, the highlight of my trip was a quote. Aunt Karen lives in Old West Durham, and this angry looking calico cat was stalking amongst the shrubbery in her front yard. Pointed out, my aunt said, "That's Mabel. She's fearless and likes to nap." And I couldn't think of any description I want more.

I Said Everything

Standing in sunlight and grey asphalt I finally said everything I'd been meaning to say for a year and a half, and the conflicts I've meant to say for two weeks. Friendship was neglected for personal interest, and the distance was noted by both of us. I look forward to the response, even though the answers were everything I wanted to hear and the silence wasn't terrible. The reassurance was an air of realistic acceptance, so the doubt and sadness in my voice were about as matched, and about as final.

Txts: Adorable

That's sad, but i suppose That's the price for being young and in love. i'm glad you don't let that stop you though - isn't it all totally worth it?
-Jeff

It'll work. And I'll pull over if I have to. I decided to leave out the last 5 pages of the chapter because I'm so worn out. I love you SO much for SO many reasons, the topics of this conversations only representing a small percentage. I'm sure I'll see you in my dreams, and then for real in the morning. Goodnight darling. Sleep well. :] <3 <3
-Dave

Sleeping already? Alright, I won't keep you up. Hope you get a good night's sleep, Chloe. I love you too. If sing real love and try to serenade you from here. :] <3
-Dave

Hahaha really, 6th grade swimming? Same here! That's so great!
-Dave, on my crush on him in 6th grade

I love it. That's so awesome we have that. We were destined to come together eventually. Thank you AP Chem. I give that class and Abby/Trisha credit for catalyzing this relationship. Kudos to them. :D
-Dave

Sweet. So I had a fucking great afternoon.*
-Dave

*Epic understatement.
-Dave, on Friday, October 3rd

I know. Me too. It would've been nice I think. That was the best wordless hour I've had in probably forever. I love spending time with you so much. <3 :]
-Dave

You make me so happy all the time. It's almost worthless to say because words don't do it any justice. But either way I feel like I need to say how much you mean to me.
-Dave

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love yooooouuuuu! :D
-Dave, October 6th, 7:20, interrupting band

:D Hahaha! I love you and all your goddamn spontaneity that makes me smile and laugh and skip and dance.
-My reply

I was thinking about you nonstop all afternoon and I just decided to tell you why. :]
-Dave

Optic White Chuck Taylors: Right Shoe

On October 1st, 2008, I got a new pair of optic white, Chuck Taylor, Converse ALL*STARS. Using my double tipped Sharpie, I then spent the following two hours planning my works, and three subsequent hours writing, doodling, and musing on how Chucks became the shoe of creative license. This is a collection of what I wrote, as inclusive as possible.

THIS MACHINE SURROUNDS HATE and forces it to SURRENDER.
How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you.
To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea... Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night, when stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light and wish that thou wert by.
WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE!
I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon. Spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon signs ten stories high.
let me tell you the story 'bout the call that changed my destiny
Oh glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber.
You cannot cry in space.
Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted.
watch the tramcar Please
she's not a girl who misses much
HALLELUJAH
Sex burns 360 calories an hour
To find a queen without a king they say she plays guitar and cries and sings
She only reveals what she wants you to see
BYE BYE MISS AMERICAN PIE
Go now, you are forgiven
What can I say to the old desire?
If your time to you is worth saving, then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
Freedom lies in being bold.
isn't it totally all worth it?
Wish you were here
M&M
Yes, Virginia
All the things she said
FARMHOUSE
Love me, that's all I ask of you
You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need
He was a stranger to all the world, but he was not lonely
How does it feel? How does it feel to be with a home, like a complete unknown? Like a ROLLING STONE. You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal. Oh.
WITHOUT TRUTH you are the LOOSER
You wasted life why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.
G
R
A
V
I
T
Y
Plays favorites
Gonna lay in the grass, open an' honest with anybody that'll have me. Gonna cuss an' swear an' hear the poetry of folks talkin'. An' that's holy.
These blessed candles of the night.
Me + You = Great Hair
Puedo escribir los versos mas triste esta noche. Escribir por ejemplo, "La noche essta estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a los lejos."
So it goes.
the dead have all the glory of the world
Po-tee-weet
HEAEH!!!
All you touch and all you see, is all your life will ever be
So no more we'll go a roving, So late into the night, though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright
So sad So strange The days that are no more
we're ridin' out tonight to case the promised land
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me, the pang of all the partings gone, and partings yet to be
Mythozoology
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
Do not go gentle into that good night.
I never ever saw the stars so bright
STARS
STARS
Who do you want to be? The person you hope to be, or the person you fear you actually are?
Dawn seemed to follow midnight with indecent haste
There were no stars....... they were blotted out by the light of the boardwalk
Sharpie
there's magic in the music and the music's in me
WAWA
Go away from my window, and leave at your own chosen speed
I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee
I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change
It's a COOKBOOK!
TO SERVE MAN
TO SERVE MAN
TO SERVE MAN
TO SERVE MAN
TO SERVE MAN

Wawa

How could any franchise, except for possibly Wal*Mart, have a more direct effect on the hearts and minds of the people? Named for the Ojibwe word for "goose," Wawa happens to have it's birthday on April 16th. This year, it will be turning 55 and celebrations will occur in our hearts, if not making a special or accidental trip for the occasion. Like everything else that ever goes to Delaware, the du Ponts had a little bit of influence, with Eleuthère (Thère) du Pont serving as the CFO and president at some point. What the hell is with our obsession with this enormous, though perceived tiny, vendor of processed foods and conveniently delicious hoagies? According to Forbes Magazine, in 2007 it was the 64th largest private company in America. Jackass Johnny Knoxville has the logo tattoo'd on his left arm and The Bloodhound Gang complains about its lack of name recognition. Our August 12th Scavenger Hunt involved taking photos of as many Wawas as possible. My dad has decided the amount of money he spends there in one week is incalculable. It's where Dave and I had our first date, simultaneously earning the title of one of the few places worth walking to after midnight. There's no way Glen Thrills could hold its proud name without it. I'm also of the opinion it couldn't support a sustainable population as 90% of the Garnet Valley Band would have already collapsed of starvation and I'm sure countless students more as well. Their milkshakes are f'real, and the mixing machine reminds me of STAR WARS. There may be NO LOITERING, but my heart will linger here for time to come.

"Do you even know what a Wawa is?"
Microsoft Word doesn't.
Wikipedia duhs.
"It is often associated with the Philadelphia area and the Delaware Valley"

Txts I have Sent and found worth keeping

We're not sure how it came about, but he was passing out papers and just said, "Chloe's a communist" and then pulled out a picture of a childrens war parade and said you and Viv were leading it. He was pretty scandalized.
To: Jeff
Sent: Oct. 2, 2:33 pm

I may not put my sweat and blood into the mallets, but I certainly put it on them. -Chloe.
To: Tom
Sent: Feb. 4th, 5:00 pm

Okay, so we played the game where you have a word written on a plate and you have to guess it by asking yes or no questions. So I got my first one right in like, seven questions and it was hilarious. Afterwards, I got a second one, and I have to say, Matt came up with the most ingenious scheme/word that could possibly exist. The word: "play psychologist." I was absolutely in hysterics. They were playing with me while I was guessing. It was great. JoeKat's was "That Guy." He could not get.
To: Jeff
Sent: Apr. 14, 10:21 pm

I got pantsed in bear wrestling. :P
To: Jeff
Sent: Apr. 20, 10:09 pm

My drunk uncle's philosophy of life: if you love them, set them free. Or deport them. If they come back, plant an illegal substance on them.
To: Matt G.
Sent: Jun. 15, 11:27 pm

Also, my offer to make out with you is temporarily negated until further notice.
To: Wasiq
Sent: Jul. 12, 12:08 pm

I concede that my first win was due to you being distracted, but I totally would have won if we kept going. And my whole look is a finely tuned defensive strat I've perfected to combat a guy's natural advantage.
To: Dave
Sent: Jul. 22, 10:29 pm

I think Existentialism in the Whorehouse could be one of those cult classic, totally worth a shot.
To: Dave
Sent: Jul. 27, 1:02 am

I haven't played with LEGOs in so long that there's a housing and employment crisis. It's devastating.
To: Matt G.
Sent: Jul. 29, 1:57 pm

GNOME!
To: Dave
Sent: Aug. 12, 9:22

Haha. At least it's something productive, even if it's useless. When they showed the wolf spiders and the male was tapping his signal I thought of Morse. A lot of Es.
To: Dave
Sent: Sep. 4, 10:31 pm

I'm the one with herpes. I don't care.
To: Dave
Sent: Sep. 6, 1:31 pm

Woo! Last night I was like, "Dave doesn't have his phone :\ but at least I won't be up so late." Then I spent the whole night thinking about you anyway. :P
To: Dave
Sent: Sep. 10, 3:55 pm

Hahaha. Even though we're in separate states you've made me laugh more than anything in this one.
To: Dave
Sent: Sep. 14, 12:26 pm

Wow, then you are straight up intoxicating. Goodnight, Dave, while I was more often occupied with you, I paid more attention to this game than any since HERSHEY's. Sleep tight with fantastic dreams, I will see you in the morning, and I love you. :] <3 <3 <3
To: Dave
Sent: Sep. 21, 11:44

If I put more than two quarters into a game I'm invested in it. (puns, get it?!)
To: Dave
Sent: Sep. 27, 11:12 pm

Absolutely. It's more than I could have ever imagined. I feel like such a nerd for trying to love without fear and comparing it to Yossarian.
To: Jeff
Sent: Sep. 29 12:03 am

Txts:

Glad to please the olfactories. Also glad to instill in you a tiny bit of fleeting interest in football. I'll see you in the morning. You make Monday's worthwhile. Sleep well. I love you too. :D
-Dave

We should totally go on Wheel of Fortune teen best friends. We'd pwn.
-Matt

Yea! And any other best friends show.
-Matt

:] I love you too, and it makes me so happy to have you return it so fully. Perhaps we can do something together tomorrow after school. Sleep tight, beautiful. <3
-Dave

It's supposed to be chilly tomorrow. I'd recommend something warm. :P Sweet dreams, Chloe. I love you too. <3
-Dave

Loved yours. [graffiti] The alpaca actually looks good? I'm genuinely surprised. And I meant to say something when I saw you later tonight, but I never did. You looked absolutely gorgeous today. I'm not sure why but I kept having to just look at you. :]
-Dave

Saturday

My dad woke me up at 9:15 to ask if I wanted to shower before the band competition. I said no, because he had woken me out of a dream and was still in dream paralysis. Although being woken mid-dream allowed me to remember it, so pretty much woke up horny. I sat in bed for another twenty minutes before getting dressed and confused about what the hell cheering was outside my window. Oh right, the parade that I had intended to skip if it wasn't canceled for the band. Stupid cheerleaders, sucks they had to go. We got to the band room, I helped load up the pit stuff, and then sat on the bus with Abby for the hour long trip to Rising Sun, Maryland. The battery made it quite the hilarious ride, with Schade's imitation of the sorting hat being the highlight. It rained on and off during the ride, but not really anything more than a drizzle. I hadn't eaten breakfast, so the two hot dogs and M&Ms at the snack bar was a life saver. Trisha and I chatted up the designated hosts who showed us around. They told us to get into full uniform on the bus, and on our way there it started raining just enough to make us damp and uncomfortable, but it stopped not even ten minutes later. Getting closer to what was supposed to be our performance time, we got off the bus and went around to the loading truck. Our instruments came off with not too many problems, even though Sarah, Trisha, and I complained about the band parents. There was a bit of a walk to the set up point, but there were enough band parents to help us get there. Almost immediately as we arrived in where we were supposed to be, it started dripping over our coverless instruments. I tried leaning over my marimba, but as it's a keyboard it wouldn't be too badly affected. Mrs. Glanfield threw her coat over the rosewood, Big Red, and then went back to grab the covers off the truck. I leaned over a snare until they returned. We moved our instruments under an overhang, but the majority of us spent the next forty minutes out in the pouring rain. That was when we got the call to move inside. Morale was low, but just before we were supposed to perform I got into the zone and had a fun, pretty decent performance. According to D we won best section, and because of our dedication in the rain, we pretty much applied that to best section forever. The hour long ride home wasn't as uncomfortably moist as I thought it was going to be, and I got animal crackers. Cleaning up didn't take as long as I'd predicted, and we left the covers to dry.

Dave's dad picked me up after everything was in its place, and when we got to his house, Dave let me borrow dry clothes and put mine in the dryer. We watched three score-less innings of the Phils, a few minutes of "Space Balls: The Animated Series," and the first half-hour of Rocky IV, where Soviet, Ivan Drago, kills Rocky's best friend, Apollo Creed, in what was supposed to be a good will match. For some ridiculous reason, Rocky then announces he's going to fight Ivan in Russia on Christmas, without consulting his wife. Dave then summarized the rest of the movie as a 35 minute training montage and the fight where he wins. I referenced the DBZ where Vegeta destroys the PSI measuring punching machine. His brother got out of the basement, so we went down there so I could play Star Wars: The Force Unleashed. I owned the first level as Vader because he's nearly indestructible, and it had some pretty good cut scenes. Dave switched to his profile and brought down a Star Destroyer with just the Force. We watched off the Phils, (Go Rollins!) then some fat comedian talking about people who take too long waiting in line. Then another fat comedian talking about being fat and loving the south. At 7:30 my dad called because I hadn't called (I thought he said call when you're ready, not call at the band room when I had talked to him on the bus). I got to stay until around 10 when the PSU vs. Illinois game should have been overish. We went upstairs and had a nice dinner of pizza from Cafe Riviera from the mall. Football is boring, and I was sleepy, but still highly impressed with Penn State's crazy white out. I got to spend the rest of my evening with his arm around me, yawning, and petting his dogs Boomer or Javelin. A fantastic evening despite the rain and sports.

<3

What do I like?

I have flaunted my lack of passion and ambition in this world to those who would be disappointed to hear it. Lazy simplicity brings a warm, sleepy contentment that dwells for hours, and companionship the pleasure of forgetting everything beyond the simply lazy. If those are things that bring me happiness, how can I possibly earn a living from that? I have no pride in my achievements. The barely recent accomplishments which I hold most dear are the placement of HERSHEY on the snowy banks of GV, taking third highest scoring individual in Villanova Quizbowl, and being called the poster child for mallet percussion by an instructor from a school even ours can deem sub-par. I dream of distance and escaping the fate that everything here must come to an end, whether or not before its time. Perhaps at college I will find my calling. Maybe I will discover it was not college actually calling. My parents continually express distaste at my potential life choices. Cultural history appeals to me, but daily practicing it in any form of income earning profession would bore. Psychology and the mysterious origin of mind has perplexed me beyond any other subject, but I am disgusted by people. Sex counselor hasn't been brought up. But if I do wind up becoming a stripper and living in a van, I hope that van will have enough gas to get me close to finding something I want.

"But in the hereness of dusk I am moving toward the doomlike bells through the flowered air, beneath the rising moon."

92% Full Requires I clear things out

Selfish! Selfish! Selfish!
-Dave

That's so cute and little-kid. Cheerios and chocolate. I love it. Did you do anything else noteworthy today besides watching movies?
-Dave

I don't mean to be impatient for a response but I'm really tired. Busy afternoon I guess. I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for everything you've done to make me the happiest dude in the state. :] Sleep well and sweet dreams, Chloe. I love you. <3
-Dave

Haha word to that babe! I'd "hypothetically" "produce viable offspring" with you any day of the week. Let's give Lamark some credibility and adapt!
-Dave

You've never had a Filaffle?!? Holy shit Chloe we're getting Filaffles a.s.a.p.! What you're describing sounds just like Filaffle bread. They're incredible!
-Dave

P.S. I'd rather you fuck social norms than fuck me. Who needs them anyway?
-Dave

I believe all of that 100%. I can say that I really felt something different when we said goodbye on Friday night in my dad's driveway. Your mom kind of interrupted, but the love and the trust felt like it was all there. Maybe some kind of progress. Any truth to that?
-Dave

I certainly will, Chloe, and I trust you will as well. I'll see you in the morning. I love you. Goodnight. <3
-Dave

Grammar doesn't really concern me, that's still a great way to end the night. :] Enjoy your daily dose of existentialism. See you tomorrow. Goodnight love. <3
-Dave

I can't get enough of that goofy grin. :] Get that much needed rest. Have awesome dreams and I'll see you tomorrow one way or another. I love you. <3 x0x0
-Dave

Okay. That's a shame, really, considering nobody else is likely to be home at that time.
-Dave, in reference to:

"If you come over any time before 1:30 I'll probably be in the shower :P" -Dave
"As much as I'd love to stumble upon you in that condition in the future, I don't believe I will make it over before then." -Chloe

The Types of Notes I Write

Very often in class, or in any of my freetime, I will take a piece of paper and write, in tiny font, cursive or print, the swirling thoughts which have lately been inspired by Dave. This is something similar, as I do occasionally reference this tendency in my work. I've recently taken to answering the question, "How are you?" not with "good," "ok," or another term of relative indifference, but with "Fantastic," or "Excellent." This general haze of happiness is intermittently punctuated by moments of manic anxiety or late night melancholy. But since my birthday, the contented peace I've been living with is sublime. There have been times I worry I am not seeing my friends as often as I should, but I made attempts at remedying that this weekend. My change has already come to pass, I am very aware. My priorities have shifted from the last time I took notice. Perhaps it was a gradual transition, and I cannot find Dave an influence for my waning interests, but perhaps it is in a way I do not realize.

1. First and foremost, loyalty among friends and the time to develop it.
Sweet nothings for Sarah and Gina. Music, politics, communism, and the world before us in the presence of Nicki. Frustrated rants on school, band, relationships, and the general time of things with Abby. Particle physics, the scum of the internet, and all the general, hilarious irony I can find for Matt. Questioning art and exploration of my beloved Viv in Philly. Angry musings and silly, secret realizations with Trisha. Keeping up with each other and general sharing of experience with my big brother figure, Jeff. Even making sure I interact with my real brother figure, Jack.
2. Secondly, my breath taking romantic interest, Dave
There was no particular friendship to speak of, before our venture into whatever beautiful relationship we have. Despite this, the simple happiness and wild pleasure he inspires brings such a comfort to not feel so very alone. Unique in ways I can only dream, his intellect is on a plane unlike any I have met, and a humor of a more refined, and slightly more relevant, Steve Goff. I am in very few ways equal, but this conglomeration of quirks and behavioral oddities makes me comfortable as only a small number have achieved.
3. Marching Band
Strange as it is, with my desperate dislike of the original songs, a greater dislike of how dissimilar our rewritten music is, and the time dedication, I hold it in very high regard. Our two freshmen are exemplary personalities I have failed to connect with. Though I hope an introductory party will change that.
4. Hi-Q
Maybe it's only so high because there have been no other major organization I would dedicate my time to, but there has been a severe decline in my interest for this particular establishment. Personality clashes especially, and the recent "innovations" in our memorization practices have a lot to do with it, but it's also the very distinct change from what it felt like my freshman year.
5. Indoor Drumline
Only so far because it is not a direct issue time-wise, the decimation of our potential members pool has caused significant morale issues among everyone, including the still cumbersome pit. Outstanding personalities with general talent have left, and the void is not being replaced by students eager to fill it.
6. Speak UP
Also relegated to such a low position simply because the other organizations are of more direct importance. The numbers of this group have caused issues with distractions that otherwise cannot be overcome. But rather than informed students with ideas to discuss and question, there are loud, unrelated comments that, while hilarious, serve no purpose.
7. Schoolwork?
I'm sticking it to the man with very negative reflections on my grades
I wish I had art class instead of math.

Throw Family somwhere in there and you got me about covered.

Spirit Fingers

"Meh it was an okay sleep. Haha I just got "a request to take a leave of absence" (fired). :P"
-Dave

"Yay! (spirit fingers)"
-me

"Lol spirit fingers."
-Dave

"Ow I just burned my spirit fingers on a hot plate from the microwave."
-Dave

"I was like "Ah my spirit fingers!" and my dad called me a faggot."
-Dave

":\ I almost said "Not these spirit fingers!" accompanied by the shocker, but then I imagined the ensuing conversation and thought better of it."
-Dave

Maybe I won't skip Homecoming. I have to use that damned dress sometime. I'd always like to wear it to school over jeans with a sweater though. While I knew we could slowdance not at the dance, and we'd have to put up with the rest of the horrible music, they might play Never Gonna Give You Up.

The Summary of My Most Wonderful Friday

"Tuxeuhffblllehhph. :P"

I Love You

I loved Joe, I did, but being my first boyfriend I would never had said so, fearing I would scare him away. Yet, love prevailed, and on one special occasion he texted me, "I love you." I don't know if I had ever been more elated; having my love returned and being worthy of love and being loved in any sense of the word. I told him that I felt the same way for him and how incredibly happy I was that we shared these feelings. I was soaring and skipping and flying and breathless all day in my bliss. However, less than 24 hours later he took it back, and suddenly I didn't feel so worth loving anymore. I still loved him, and sometimes said so, but he never told me again. I wasn't heartbroken, but it did hurt quite a lot.

......... ....... ........

Dating Dave, I tried so hard not to love him, despite everything fantastic about him and his ability to sound and act like the hero from a romance novel. I felt that if I could keep my happy indifference towards him, that it wouldn't hurt so much when he was left with only the indifference. If I loved him and the love wasn't returned, or was eventually taken back, my heart might have broken. I had assumed, from his string of relationships, that perhaps I would be someone fun to hang out with and perhaps someday a belt notch. I was willing to play that part if I could stay with him for as long as possible. Never had I dreamed that he is capable of finding love for me. It left me speechless, and even what I said minutes later was stupidly, stammeringly cheesy. Somewhere inside me, I didn't believe him still, but the thought of him taking it back brought tears to my eyes. Everything about him is worth liking or loving, and for gaining those two things, the rest is tolerable at the least. I don't believe I will ever find such an ideologue of hilarious genius.

Because he could find love for me, and make me feel worthy of it, I have found love for him and for not taking it back.

I'll figure it out

and someday I'll be able to list the nouns and adjectives and feelings that have me all a'flutter, but for now, it's a verb.

Hippocratic means of or pertaining to Hippocrates
hypocratic is not a word
and hypocritic doesn't apply

I think I'm going to suck his dick.
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I've never been happier for such a period of time.
&
I'm glad I'll get to keep my title.
&
I'm skipping Homecoming.
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I'm really glad he'll still make me laugh when we break up.

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Yesterday I spent about two and a half hours in school with Dave, and possibly spoke to him for ten minutes tops. However, after school we hung out at his house and watched this horrific horror movie, Screamers. It didn't have a plot, but it did have bad CGI, bad stop-motion animation, and terrible acting. We watched it for about an hour, but decided it wasn't even worth watching. This whole time I had my head on his shoulder. We hadn't even kissed yet that day. It was around 4:30, and because I had to be at band by five we wanted to find something else to do. His mom suggested we walk the dog, and because of the shade and breeze it was a pretty pleasant experience. However, Ruke (rhymes with Duke, I don't know the spelling) refused to do his business and we spent like twenty minutes coaxing him to relieve himself. When we got back I had to grab my stuff and go, but I'd see Dave at the game. The bus ride was fun, the game was good, I had a lot of fun, and screamed my lungs out. Dave rode the band bus home and Mr. DeMarro acknowledged him with sociability. I wanted to kiss him, but I was afraid of chipping a tooth with the turns the bus was taking, so we talked to Christian for some of the trip. Getting back I put my stuff away, walked out to the office with him, we shared our first and last kiss of the day and he left. His mom had been in the parking lot and saw us.

A pretty normal story, but I was told that about an hour and a half after I left his house, Dave's step dad came home and walked the dog. Upon arriving home a little while later, unable to convince the dog to poop because there wasn't anything left, he asked if Dave had walked the dog earlier. Yeah, around five. "Did Chloe happen to be with him?" Yes, where's he going with this? I don't know the exact words, but his step dad discovered a used condom at the bottom of the hill and we did spend twenty minutes out "walking the dog." Neither of his parents believed him. An exact quote from his mom was, "The couch wasn't good enough for you?" The clincher is the first words as Dave got in the car that evening were, "My god, Dave. Haven't you had enough of her in public already?" We spent about six hours together and made out for under ten seconds and that's what I get for it.

Txts I feel bad about posting, but they're so adorable I had to...

Hakuna Matata transcends Disney! It's a legit African phrase! But Lion King is fantastic. Don't think for a minute that this lessens my deliberate disassociation with Walt Disney.
-Dave

Sometime I want a nap in that hammock. I've been tempted to doze off before. It's not particularly comfortable, but it's so relaxing....
-Dave

I'd go starving photographer. But photography pay fairly well as compared to other forms of art, so a more accurate phrase would probably be "uncomfortably hungry photographer." And if it came right down to it, I would totally patronize you. If you weren't already sharing the van with me. :P
-Dave

Haha I thought the same thing but I didn't want to be super lame! You complete me! :D I also heard many Is and Ss.
-Dave, in reference to The Mating Game in Bio where a wolf spider was sending tapping signals which both of us immediately referenced to Morse Code

HEAEH!!!! HE- HE- HE- HEEEAAAEEEHHHH. *creepily* heeeeaaaaeeeehhhh....
-Jeff

I just typed half a text about how I cared about my reputation and then I realized that was dumb and I deleted it. I like the idea of acceptance. And I'd rather be embarrassingly lame with you than 400 megafonzie cool with anyone else!
-Dave

I don't care what people think any more now than I ever have in the past. Probably less actually, because I have everything I cold want at the moment.
-Dave

(Not literally at the moment, because right now I'm at my house and you're at your house...)
-Dave

Haha that's so doable! What did you think I was working toward with that dumb Hopscotch analogy? :P
-Dave

First words spoken upon entering the car: My god, Dave. Haven't you had enough of her in public by now?
-Dave, on Dave's mom*

Fucking sweet! Haha I never knew that rule was mutual! I just assumed it was one of those rules guys made up and then were basically unable to enforce.
-Dave, on "you give one you get one"

Wow, even the date. Ironically, if it was at night, you might have crossed over midnight and into February 19th, my birthday!...
-Dave

*There's a story behind this

Hakuna Matata

I was not scared or worried about these tales of lack of a remorse and attachment. In fact it made me glad I wasn't the only one. At least once a day I've remembered there is a goodbye in our future. But astonished by the fact he picked me only makes every day until then better.

Cyanide and Happiness I'd like to find later

Female Empowerment
Any relationship I may ever have
Super Hero Man
I'd Agree
Disease Joke
For Molly
Damn Bears
It would make sense if he was a girl
The New Yorker
Fuck the New Yorker
PIGS
Power Outage
<3
I'd do it
Again
I've done it
More Cowbell
Violence is sometimes the answer
Protection: Use It
The Powers of Alcohol
Random Thoughts
Sammiches
Which One Will be Me?
He's a Lefty
Yes, yes I should if I haven't already
More Jokes of the Same
Waldo
Not Waldo
The Hitcher
More Female Empowerment
The Majority of AP Chemistry
And this existed before Pineapple Express
Holiday: 4/27
If Only
Almost Happened
Halloween
I'd Deal with This

OH the IRONY

1.	Creeper	629 up, 101 down
	A person who does weird things, like stares at you while you sleep, or looks at you for hours through a window. usually a close friend or relative. you know right away if that person is a creeper or does creeper things. it is not hard to spot the creeper. jeff was the "creeper" in the background This would be the first entry for "Creeper" in urbandictionary. Note the example.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Hemingway's famous six word short story. He distinguishes it his best work. Since then, other authors, particularly sci-fi, have attempted their own of the sort and a few were collected at this website. So maybe some are five words and some are seven, these are my favorite.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.
- Gregory Maguire

It cost too much, staying human.
- Bruce Sterling

Rained, rained, rained, and never stopped.
- Howard Waldrop

“I couldn’t believe she’d shoot me.”
- Howard Chaykin

Despite disorders, jafroed jewboy gets girl.
- Michael Eisner

Thought I would have more impact.
- Kevin Clark

Heaven falls. Details at eleven.
- Robert Jordan

Please, this is everything, I swear.
- Orson Scott Card

whorl. Help! I'm caught in a time
- Darren Aronofsky and Ari Handel

Dorothy: "Fuck it, I'll stay here."
- Steven Meretzky

Will this do (lazy writer asked)?
- Ken MacLeod

English Examples

Pun- “I have Che Guevara on my ‘change purse.” Also note, irony.

Double Entendre- “As a humor tool, it stands erect in the English language.” –Uncyclopedia.org

Simile- “He was grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ wasps.” –Viv/Meg D

Metaphor- "Your mom's a station wagon."

Analogy- “Guys, well they’re sorta like a bottle rocket.” –Jeff Foxworthy

Zeugma- Michael Phelps earned a new Olympic record and Cecilia’s heart.

Apposition- Chloe, possibly the laziest person in the class, had a lot of fun with these examples

Hyperbole- "There must have been about a million bees on my sister's swingset." -Somethingawful.com

Understatement- The Russian Revolution was a mild capitalism retardant.

Euphanism- "Your daughter’s 'finding Nemo, 'ya-yaing the sisterhood.'" –[H]ouse

Allusion- “English, you’ll be good at it! AAAARRRRRGH!” -Powerthirst

Polysyndeton- We biked and sat and stargazed and spoke and didn’t get caught by the cops.

Anadiplosis- “History passed into memory, memory faded with time, and time ceased to matter.” – Matt/Chloe’s best transition sentence ever

Chiasmus- I used to have a lot of space and no wife, now I have no space and a lot of wife.

Exclamation- As waited patiently in ACME — Jiminy! What a scare! — teenage hooligans jumped over baskets.

Rhyme- Purple nurple. Just rhymed the ‘unrhymable.’

Rhetorical Question- Why would you even think of something like that?!

The Grotesque- The Phantom of the Opera

Anachronism- "I am the girl anachronism." -Amanda Palmer

From the Mouth of my Mom

A mildly, awkwardly amusing story from the mouth of my mom.

I recently purchased a roll of duct tape from the dollar store for its infinite uses. Particularly the numerous uses associated with the band room. Upon leaving the store with this as well as our other purchases, my mom turned to me and asked, "You're not planning to use that on Dave are you?"

I laughed, said no, laughed again, wondered why that was the first thing that came to her mind, quickly became very uninterested, and sang along with the radio.

Bob Dylan

I recently took out Greatest from the library, and I've had a lot of fun listening to all of the songs from it.

Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
Theres nothing in here moving
An anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Trust

Drumline mantra and a tiny little issue I have. I don't trust myself to make other people feel good. Usually I don't consider it, and more often I don't care, but I didn't believe Dave. I hope it's experience and religion that's let me down and not people, because I don't have faith in myself. I wanted evidence and I don't have it for emotion.

Interpreting Dreams and Songs

I dream very often, and remember them with about as much frequency, even if it's only color or movement. However, if a dream is especially emotional or I wake up in the middle of it, I'll remember the plot and details. Zombies frequent my dreams, as do my friends and school.

The first time I dreamed of Dave, before we were dating, I had gone to a party at Jennica's house and nonchalantly made out with her a man supposedly her older brother, Tony W. We had been sitting around a cushioned, low lying table surrounded by laughing people oblivious to us. Laughingly, I walked out of the bright, white room through an open doorway, and Dave was leaning against the adjacent wall to my left. My dream conveyed the emotions better than the look he gave me, but with an expressionless, indifferent face, he was hurt and angry and disappointed in me. Stumbling out of the house and onto the lawn, I discovered myself naked, in a bathrobe, but ashamed of my actions and not my appearance. He walked to the door and slowly shut it on me.

The second time, I was at band camp and being rather cheery and helpful to the freshmen, when Dave and Scott M. showed up with guitars in Tuxedo shirts talking to Mr. Richards. Dave turned to look at me, and I smiled, but he shook his head and averted his eyes.

There have been many other dreams with him, but as a presence and not interacting. Also within the last month have been two significant dreams with Matt in them. I'll finish this some other time.

When I listen to "Backstabber" by the Dresden Dolls, I picture myself as the backstabber. Listening to "The Best Deceptions" by Dashboard Confessional I imagine myself being the giver of the awkward last kiss that tells of other people's lips. I try to take Bright Eyes' advice and "not wonder who may have been me before." I was "Not the Same" after that. If I can't trust, I can't be "Trusted." Oh well.

I don't talk anymore

Next time you see dave, please tell him sorry i never saw him again for a proper goodbye and it was great to hang out with him this summer .....

..... and that if he breaks your heart We'll break his neck =P
-Jeff

Awwwwww chloe, i love and miss you. My roommate and i are running around and getting free things to decorate our room XD makes me think about you =P
- Gina

That was awesome.
-Dave

I take a tip from you as the highest honor anyone can recieve, no matter the amount.
-Matt

Just knowing I was there is good enough. I dream about you a lot. :P
-Dave

I'm Bad at the Discretion Game

If I wanted to post sexy bikini pictures of myself to make an ex jealous, I'd do it in scandalous undergarments. It helps that I want to grow up to be a stripper, but still. I have to stop posting my txts here for fear that Dave will find them and realize that secrets aren't really my bag.

More Txts: Again

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
-Dave

OMG Vicodjgm
-Dave

That could totally work out. I have off on Monday. I don't want to sound greedy or like a hornball, but I feel I can't ever get you to myself. There are always other people >:-\
-Dave

Just kidding. I could not be more happy with who you are. Just keep thinking you're awesome and I'll keep agreeing. :]
-Dave

I haven't been nearly this content in a really long time. you make me so feel so awesome Chloe. I can't explain it better than that. I know I've said it before but you just keep reminding me.
-Dave

Yeah they could've been such dicks if they wanted to be. But I too was thinking that. It was pretty appropriate. They stopped me on Smithbridge and said way to go, and told me to use protection.
-Dave, on cops that met us in BYC

<3 Thank you, for that and everything else you've said and done. I'll most certainly fall asleep with a smile on my face. Talk to you tomorrow, Chlobo. Sweet dreams. xoxoxoxo
-Dave

Nonstasis

I want:

to play in the rain with puddles and friends
to go on a scavenger hunt for the ages
to scream songs in fast cars
to slow dance with David Bowie at ten 'til thirteen
to cry on the shoulders of all my friends in a great big group hug
to find a guy I can run away with
to run away
to discover myself
to wake up in a van at sunrise
to stargaze in the darkness of Death Valley
to swim in every ocean
to skydive
to think about the people I'll always want to run away from
to steal someone's attention
to read beautiful words
to be enlightened and fulfilled at the end of a book
to know someone
to eat ice cream for breakfast and breakfast for dinner
to tell the truth because I care
to lie because I don't want to care
to smoke pot with hippies in California
to ride the rapids with strangers or lovers
to tube down the Brandywine with the pit
to camp with a guy I'll never stop thinking about
to rock out
to save something meaningful to myself
to watch the [S]crubs season finale with someone else who's almost crying
to travel the globe
to bring back dirt from the globe
to kiss a romantic fool
to skinny dip at a bay house in the moonlight
to be in the shooting pulsar
to breathe
to stop breathing because the moment is just right
to listen to good music and great friends
to bawl my eyes out at every graduation
to say goodbye to someone I care about
to regret something
to wind up where I belong

:]

You have every right to high self-esteem. It's a shame to think you might have once upon a time had issues there. I've always known you're smart and this year I found out how funny you are, and I can't believe it took me until recently to realize that you're fucking beautiful. It's an A+ combination.

-Dave

OneSentences

These sentences are my favorites from OneSentence.org

The flutes could only watch the tenor saxophones and trombones brawl, and wish their instruments were bigger.

I stepped on a dandelion and cried for all the wishes that could have come true, if only I had taken the time to walk around.

I knew we were destined to fall in love when she told me she too was a big fan of zombie movies.

When sharing music becomes foreplay, you know you have something beautiful.

Bare feet invite trouble.

I was a Jedi until I got my boobs and then was told I had to be Princess Leia and wait to be rescued.

I wonder every day what it would be like to have achieved my childhood dreams, knowing it's impossible to grow up to be a kitten.

I was developing photos of a party my ex-girlfriend's father had hosted when it occurred to me that if she died, no one would tell me.

My speech actually ended with a mental "Screw you," to all the boys who would never screw me.

I am heart-sick because, like many parents of children with profound disabilities, my most secret and unspoken prayer is "Dear God, please let me outlive my child."

After Livejournal Strikeout '07, I realized that fangirls could easily be mobilized into a killing machine if you told them that the Iraqis took away their Harry Potter porn.

It wasn't until after prom that she told me I was the only guy who didn't bother her by having an erection when dancing with her.

Immediately after losing my virginity I had a vision of one endless sidewalk in summer illuminated by the afternoon sun.

I actually hug trees: Ponderosa Trees are my favorite because they smell of Vanilla mixed with Butterscotch.

Everything we touched turned into cupcakes.

There's a picture of you on my wall and sometimes I feel funny about getting naked in front of it.

Because my mother lost her faith while hiding in a circus during the Third Reich, I was raised a carnie brat, looking for true religion all over the world.

One day, our kids will look through old photo albums and say, "Hey, why did Mom go to prom with you AND Uncle Chris, especially since Uncle Chris likes BOYS?"

I suppose my life would have been different if I hadn't loved being naked when I was home alone, as an adolescent.

I knew I was out of my league when she used 'summer' as a verb.

Everybody always asks of us if we're dating, and it's the worst feeling in the world when I have to tell them no.

My mother, being enraged, screamed "You son of a bitch", to which I replied, "Yes, I am."

I won a plant today because there was a giraffe under my plate.

I decided not to give him my number when he asked "Yo girl, can I getcho digits?!"

The nudity requirement seemed like a fair way to decide who, of the party's 30+ attendees, would get to play the Wii.

A hooker stole my best friend's dog.

HERSHEY

I think I will look back at the Enhancement where Matt and I carved out the word "HERSHEY" in the snow covered hill as my favorite moment of the '07-'08 school year. Better than meeting Ken Jennings or my first kiss or being blacklisted or being the only kid in my math class to realize the merry go round was traveling at 30 mph. It was better than any moment of drumline and despite the freezing wet mess that my entirety became I knew it was worth it then.

Me

I walk on my tip toes, barefoot, night or day, love colorful knee high socks, remember things by what pair of socks I was wearing, and have two pairs of plain black Chuck Taylor's with holes in them. Whenever I get Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chip Cookies I organize them from most chips on top to least on the bottom, I eat the space around the word "CRUNCH" before eating the letters in a CRUNCH bar, I eat M&Ms in pairs of the same color. But not green, and not blue, because green M&Ms are my favorite and the blue ones are magic. Usually neither of my homes have too much food, so I eat a lot of white bread, unhealthy I know. Most of the time I shower in the morning and any chance I have to take a long one I do. Doing anything with my hair except putting it in a pony tail is out of the question. I know I've spent more of my time playing Pokemon games or with the action figures or pretending to train them with my best friend Kristin R. than I will ever spend studying for anything. I give credit to my being an atheist to Jeff, communist to Mr. Trabocco, and anarchist to Dave. I'm only a communist because my 10th grade AP European History teacher called me one and I decided to be the best damn communist he's ever seen. I have inherited psoriasis and almost guaranteed Alcoholism, so I don't want to find out. I've been going to AA meetings while I was still months old. My first and last best friend was Katy C., but she got into drugs and I turned my back on her. When I was in kindergarten I gave my other best friend Gabrielle my stuffed rabbit, Bobeese, that matched my Bobbers, so we could bring them in on the first day of school, but she changed schools and I only saw her one more time. There are three stuffed animals I routinely sleep with. Bobbers, a 1993 Easter Crayola/Hallmark rabbit, Bear, of unknown origin I got for Christmas in 1992, and Bobeese, who is the 1993 Crayola/Hallmark rabbit I bought on eBay to replace the original. I went to preschool at Mr. Jim's and I thought my friend Kevin was lying when he explained to me that negative numbers existed when I was six. My house is over 100 years old with a barn, a walnut tree, a tire swing, and hammock. There are usually at least two tractors, a broken go-kart, and two or three broken dirt bikes lying around the house that my dad may or may not get around to fixing. The driveway hadn't been paved since the early 80s, and then again when I was 15. On the outskirts of my property there's three pear, a cherry, Granny Smith apple, and peach tree. We used to have a large rectangular garden, but the rototiller broke, so there's just grass. When my neighbor got a new truck, they gave us the plastic flatbed coating, and it was my "kitchen" to make mud pies and I was damn good at it. The basement in my house is bare rock and dirt floor, possibly with some dead animals. I didn't know that this was unusual until I was around eight. My room is an addition my dad built, so in some places you can see out of holes in the wall. There used to be birds living in said wall, and the babies would wake me up sometimes, but they were cute. Once we had a sparrow named Braveheart that lived outside and was a female, but would come within one step of us, and a squirrel named Cosmo who would eat peanuts from your hand. There are creepy China dolls and wooden ducks on our bookcase. When I was five I got to go to the rodeo for my birthday, but my brother and I complained too much about wanting ice cream so we left and I still haven't been to one. They separated when my brother was too young to know what it meant, and I didn't realize that us living in a rented house with mismatching furniture was odd until my mom pointed out that every one of my friends lives in a large house in a neighborhood. I hadn't been clothes shopping at a place that wasn't Goodwill or a similar thrift store since 6th grade when I first came to the school. There I met Katie R. and she was my best friend for a long time. We were so silly together and made plans to build a pirate ship and sail her creek. Before that I went to a private Baptist school where I was in a business venture called Quad. L. for its founders. My mom was born in the Netherlands, but my pop-pop refused to be called Opa because it made him sound old. He used to make the best omelets, had a chance to purchase Harry's Savoy Grill, and was the first man to grow banana plants outdoors in Delaware. There were tulips everywhere in his yard and there's a kid on my bus who I think wears the same cologne he did. I don't remember my Oma very well because she died when I was five and the funeral was in Holland, but her name was Lillian and the pictures of her are beautiful. I've never been west of Pennsylvania or out of the country, but I visit a great little place named Ocracoke where the sun sets out of the ocean in front of our screened in porch. When I was four and at my grandmother's I was hit by a car and my mom swears that's why I'm afraid to drive. We used to go on family creeking adventures in her backyard, catching crayfish and catfish and making stories. My aunt Jeanne dedicated a story to me that she illustrated called Adventures in Wuzaland. It's wonderful and every time I was there I'd ask her to tell it to me, even though it got changed a little bit each telling. I joined band in 8th grade because I had a crush on Matt McMinn. I've never looked back, and only that summer regretted it.

SCAVENGER HUNT!

Finally, I set a date and vaguely finagled some people together to get into cars and hunt down ridiculous objects or pictures. Participants were: Jeff, Keith, Ruben, and Meg as drivers, me, Matt, Abby, Hetty, Gina, Steph, Automm, Staci, Joe, and Dave as arrivals, and Nicki, Shana, Tom Hunter, Briana, Joe, and Alex as pickups. I got to the school around 6 with Hetty, dropping off my brother and Branden. Matt was there, and shortly after Joe and Dave. Keith was our first driver to arrive. Slowly we assembled to a full cast, while still making semi-frantic phone calls on my part. Jeff brought the list of things he posted without including the suggestions Hetty and I made, but we added about ten more things to it and group point valued it. Drivers walked to the other side of the street and began to pick sides which pissed me off quite a bit at the time because there was no input from team members who wanted to be where. I knew I had a good team, but I wanted another guy who wasn't Jeff on the team. Specifically Dave, but really any other guy would have made me feel more confident about our team.

First stop Hetty's house for foreign coins, sweat pants, shaving cream/razor, and For"WOOD" Drive. We also got a number divisible by three license plate.

To my house for Dumpster Dive, Charcoal, graveyard (across the street), fish, printer, waffles (forgotten, possibly still not in freezer), and really, really bad internet that was useless.

To a Commerce Bank for $2 Bills that weren't actually there! While there we got a Florida license plate and I went into Rita's with my underwear on the outside of my pants. Subsequently I went commando for the rest of the game from this point on. I went into Cuisines for a matchbook doorprize and Jeff got a picture of the Wawa.

TO THE CONCORD MALL! Wawa picture. There Jeff/Gina went to Best Buy for a dryer (failed) and something that won the Nobel Prize (fail), to Widner for a University picture, and restaurant "door prizes." While they were busy wasting time, Hetty and I got blue collared shirt picture, Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots, hippo picture, stranger without a shirt (John Cena cutout), me ass to mouth with an Abercrombie model, 4 pictures of Crocs, like 8 restaurant door prizes, and 12 pairs of sweat pants even though only five were allowed in the changing room at a time. I don't think they had the air conditioner on.

To Jeff's house! There we got the bowling ball picture, Enya's Only Time, and NOT the Zombie National Defense Strategy with color codes because it doesn't exist and Jeff made it up.

To Painter's to bother Sarah's friends and pick up door prizes. No one was at the theater and they refused to participate without payment and I didn't want that, so Hetty and I checked the rest of the restaurants. I got a Carraba's mint. One for eating, one for not eating. Jeff and I both got paper applications from Friendly's and Friday's respectively, both picking up door prizes. Hetty and Gina bought an American flag and with the matches from Cuisines I burned them with help from someone who won't be mentioned lest consequences ensue.

To the school to pick up Nicki! Score! Garden Gnome!

Picture with the neighborhood across from the school.

To the Shops at Brinton Lake!

SIDETRACKED! Random neighborhood gnome stop!

Ruby's door prize and a distant Wawa photo. While the rest of my team went to Target to attempt to get a disco ball. I sprinted the maybe quarter mile to Home Depot to pick up a cheat 2x4. While there, the incredibly helpful cashier not only quickly directed me to the wood, but convinced her male friend to flash me, another friend to allow me to freak dance at him, and she shaved my leg. Then I sprinted back to the car where the 2x4 wouldn't fit in, so Jeff and I broke it on a curb and left six feet of it there.

To Jeff's house again!

SIDE TRACKED! We stopped at a mini golf course seeing several of our wonderful friends from school to get the tin cup picture.

At Jeff's we picked up his old parking ticket, took the final gnome picture, and made Dan get us his "totally not a Christmas ornament" disco ball. We posed on his bench out front with the disco ball and the gnome.

To the school before 10:15! Damn, Ruben's team was already there with a hella lot of people. We waited for everyone to arrive and when Team Mikus arrived last we slowly showed everyone Hetty's pictures because her phone was dying and had our evidence on it. Then we went item by item and with 16 restaurant door prizes our team won by six points because Ruben's team got the ten point first show bonus. I don't remember when we got the cookies as our baked good, but Keith bowed on one knee to present to me his team's cherry pie. A wonderful evening.

Intercepted

I intercepted a txt from Dave that I assume was meant for Joe at 1:50 AM. We had been similarly been conversing and he was drowsy. We had spent that morning being horny teenagers, but I was freezing and didn't want to want to touch him with my hands, so I was hinting at being disappointed by not participating. Not too subtle, but still. So I received a txt message stating:

"Chloe just said that she's bummed she didn't get on my dick yesterday."
Then I:
"I was, but it was a bit chilly."
"Check your sent messages ;]"

He freaked out and was very apologetic, and I couldn't help but be amused and touched that he'd care. He was surprised I wasn't angry. Guy to guy talk isn't meant for girls.

Txts After Stargazing and Cops

Dave
:]

Chloe
:] Good morning, I slept fantastically even if I don't remember the plot of my dreams.

Dave
That's good. I dreamt that the cops didn't come. It was so great. I was out to breakfast so I couldn't respond.

Chloe
Mm, breakfast. I Felt a tiny bit hilarious last night because I kept thinking "Fuck the po-lice!" even though they were pretty decent.

Dave
Yeah they could've been such dicks if they wanted to be. But I too was thinking that. It was pretty appropriate. They stopped me on Smithbridge and said way to go, and told me to use protection.

Chloe
Hahaha.

Dave
I thanked him for the input and told him I had everything under control. They laughed and told me to get my ass home.

Chloe
Hahaha, hearing that somehow makes the night even better hearing it afterwards.

Monday/Tuesday

Wake Up
Shower
Dress
Internet
LEGO Star Wars
Car ride
Talking
Dad's house
Puppy
Changing
Hiding mall purchases
Shoes off
Listening to music
Cat petting
Shoes on
Car ride
Talking
Olympics
Boy Eats Girl
Alien
Dinner
Talking
Laughing
Alien
Petting dog
Phone call
Car ride
Talking
Car stop
Car ride
AMC
Pineapple Express
Laughing
Laughing
Txt
Walking
Talking
Kiss
Waving
Phone call
Car ride
Music
Txting
Make bed
Change
Modeling
Change
Put on different shoes
Sneaking out
Bike riding
Singing
Phone locating
Bike parking
Walking
Talking
Lying
Star gazing
Talking
Kissing
Talking
Star gazing
Kissing
Rolling
Standing
Interrogated
Walking
Smiling
Kissing
Bike riding
Sneaking in
Txting
Music
Changing
Smiling
Laughing
Sleeping

Beautiful Words

aestivate- to summer, to spend the summer
blandiloquent- beautiful and flattering
chiaroscuro- arrangements of light and dark
effervescent- bubbly
efflorescence- flowering, the opening of buds or a bloom
foudroyant- dazzling
mellifluous- sweet sounding
niveous- snowy, snow-like
odalisque- a concubine in a harem
paean- a formal expression of praise
pelagic- related to the sea or ocean
penumbra- the edge of a shadow
peregrination- wanderings, travels
petrichor- the smell of earth after a rain
potamophilous- loving rivers
scintilliate- to sparkle with brilliant light
sempiternal- forever and ever
seraglio- housing for a harem
whisper- to speak softly

Txt I had to Save

You make me very happy, Chloe Glynn. I'm not sure what is prompting this statement but it's true. I'm so glad we started hanging out this summer. :]


*12 hours later he confirmed it wasn't just the Vicodin talking

Vicodin Communication

theRIFT 289: godo evening
Cricket Hoebag: and to you as well
Cricket Hoebag: How's the vicodin treating you?
theRIFT 289: oh wondrefully
Cricket Hoebag: I thought about reading the wiki article, but got distracting by the rest of the internet
theRIFT 289: haha its probaly mroe interesting anyway
theRIFT 289: unless then arcitle is written by sometyd on vicondin
Cricket Hoebag: hahaha
Cricket Hoebag: the Uncyclopedia article on it might be
theRIFT 289: lol
theRIFT 289: id rew a comic
theRIFT 289: its entitlesd #8 "Woman and RAPist"
theRIFT 289: but i didntd draw senve others
Cricket Hoebag: was it any good?
theRIFT 289: its cinda funnfy but i'm not sure
theRIFT 289: becaus id ont trust my judtnement
Cricket Hoebag: you'll find out in five or six days then
Cricket Hoebag: There is no Uncyclopedia article on Vicodin
Cricket Hoebag: I'm shocked and want to write it, but don't have the horrible wit
theRIFT 289: ahaha
theRIFT 289: i woudl writei t
theRIFT 289: but i cant....
theRIFT 289: lol
Cricket Hoebag: even better
theRIFT 289: my mom is tyrhg to make me nto go to abbys party
Cricket Hoebag: Oh no!
theRIFT 289: ont wory im giogn
theRIFT 289: oh that was badd
theRIFT 289: lol
Cricket Hoebag: it's ok, approximately the right letters were there
theRIFT 289: i nened to fidn a ride there i think
theRIFT 289: but idk hwo lives near me on this ltist
Cricket Hoebag: I'm getting one from Jeff, but Andrew Corey also has an open car because he's too creepy for anyone to go with him and that makes me a little sad
Cricket Hoebag: he lives on Temple
theRIFT 289: haha i could ask him them
theRIFT 289: i neds to type the message slowly to maek sure its ngood
theRIFT 289: so i dont sacre him awy
Cricket Hoebag: haha
Cricket Hoebag: I'm sure he'd be thrilled with any sort of communication
theRIFT 289: hahahaa
theRIFT 289: yaeh pretyty much ally of hsi wall post are from greg mummah and brunsk
theRIFT 289: i saw ytor graffit odmination
theRIFT 289: that si gross haha
Cricket Hoebag: yup
theRIFT 289: nobodyu else ever draws graffiti
Cricket Hoebag: it's true
Cricket Hoebag: they used to
Cricket Hoebag: but it's been a while
theRIFT 289: omg is just looked at hte one i drewyou
theRIFT 289: that is so horrible1
Cricket Hoebag: hahaha
Cricket Hoebag: the fact that it's about taking Vicodin excuses it
theRIFT 289: i thkn it was supososd to be 12 in 9 hours
theRIFT 289: lol
Cricket Hoebag: that's even worse
theRIFT 289: yah
Cricket Hoebag: god
Cricket Hoebag: lol
theRIFT 289: i'm jtsu goting to kill it in leik 2 days
theRIFT 289: and then just be don
Cricket Hoebag: I predict horrible consequences
theRIFT 289: oh ewll
theRIFT 289: if you dont fel strongly about it
theRIFT 289: im just gonna go f ir it
theRIFT 289: but if you don twant me to
theRIFT 289: i wont
Cricket Hoebag: explicit follow all directions on the prescription medication bottle
Cricket Hoebag: *explicitly
theRIFT 289: fome now onl you mean?
Cricket Hoebag: yes
theRIFT 289: okya.. :'-(
theRIFT 289: lol
Cricket Hoebag: thank you
theRIFT 289: it ways one every 4 hoursl so
theRIFT 289: i kidna alreyad messed that up
theRIFT 289: but ill stop haha
Cricket Hoebag: haha, that's good
theRIFT 289: yeha im sure your right
theRIFT 289: i honestly dont even know if this huhrs or not
theRIFT 289: the only pain ive had si when i ajabbed m syelf in the moth with a soon
Cricket Hoebag: I think I'm going to save this conversation
theRIFT 289: iv e been soarign since liek 7 30am
theRIFT 289: hahaha go for it
theRIFT 289: i'm tn sure f ill even rememre it
Cricket Hoebag: well that holds good news for the unspeakable things I plan to do
theRIFT 289: :-O
theRIFT 289: imn ot sure if i shoudl be arfaid or excited
theRIFT 289: i think leanin g torierd ecited
Cricket Hoebag: hahaha
theRIFT 289: mya mom keesp yelleing at me for diong things the docrrot said nto tod o
theRIFT 289: bu ti dont rememer him saying anyh ofit
Cricket Hoebag: perfect excuse
theRIFT 289: yeha and its ture!
theRIFT 289: at leik 730
theRIFT 289: they gave me the anestghia IV
theRIFT 289: nad at like 9 15 i mremmber being int eh car leaving west chester
theRIFT 289: and satince its not inhalde
theRIFT 289: you dnnt throw up or sntything
theRIFT 289: jesuss i ned to tak em y time tyipng
theRIFT 289: sorry if im borhering your by ramling
Cricket Hoebag: Although I look forward to further medicated conversation with you, I have to go eat dinner, I hope you can eating dinner too
Cricket Hoebag: paz
Cricket Hoebag: I don't mind the rambling
theRIFT 289: :] kay
theRIFT 289: i cant eat :'-(

Auto response from Cricket Hoebag: eatin'

theRIFT 289: have a good inner
theRIFT 289: haha
theRIFT 289: dinner
theRIFT 289: by ebye <3,##3
theRIFT 289 is away at 6:40:13 PM.


*please excuse the unspeakable actions reference, I think we're going to eat ice cream and watch a comedy

Tuesday

I had Dave over again. He got a ride and I knew not to walk this time. I was wearing one of the plain black T's Viv gave me as well as her green shorts that are too big for me, but have a tie so they'll stay up. He was wearing a shirt that said, "Intelligent Design" about how public parks in cities is healthy planning. There was the silhouette of a child swinging on his back right shoulder. I was in my room when he arrived, but I thought it was Nick calling upon my brother so I didn't answer the door until he knocked. He stepped inside just long enough to read my Christian Teen Magazine's criticism of his media choices. Neither of us listen to Grits, Jesse McCartney, or country music with sex, beer, swearing, etc... so Jesus is smiling on our media choices at least for this month. We headed right out to the hammock and told stories and talked and noticed the tree is emptier than last time and remarked that it's seemingly odd maintenance day at the firehouse. They installed a new vent and later doing other work that required strange noises, but wasn't visible from where we were. My brother came out a few minutes later with Branden and Nick to inform us that he was going to the mall to return a video cable for Nick and that they were taking Ebright Rd. instead of 202 which was a pretty good choice if you're walking. Our arms were pressing against each other partially due to the pooling effect of gravity on a hammock. After a long time we fell into silence with his foot on the ground gently rocking us. I moved my head onto his shoulder and brought my arm over myself to meet with his hand and we stayed like that for some time more. I have a wide hammock, but he was on the very edge closest to the house so there was a pretty severe incline even if I moved myself to the opposite edge which is not where I was. He turned so that his body was more at an angle facing me, I did the same, but there was still probably a 90 degree angle between us. Eventually he put a hand on my waist and leaned back some so I wound up lying against him with my head still on his shoulder. Not too long after we started making out, then I put my head back on his shoulder, but I thought I was going to get goggle face (but with the hammock rope) so I kept moving my face around. Not too long after I rolled away with good timing because my brother and entourage showed up. "Have you been on the hammock the whole time?" my brother asked astutely. "No," "Yes," Dave and I respectively answered. "I mean, yeah." At some point while I was still attentive, we saw Branden skating up to his house without Jack or Nick. "Jack's probably faking a broken leg and Nick said, 'I'll stay here, you get help!" Dave surmised. Almost true. Branden ditched them with no warning according to my brother, so they ditched him too. They got silly string. It was around 3:10 when Dave's mom called saying she was late and would be there in five minutes. She showed up a little angry even though Dave eventually got to work fifteen minutes early. We hugged goodbye in my driveway and while I still had my arms over his shoulders he asked if I would like to be his girlfriend. I said yes, we kissed, he left, and I went inside to listen to music.

I'm so excited for Abby's party.

Saturday

I woke up at 9ish so I could go get breakfast with cool people at the West Chester Diner. I didn't get to wake up Dave, but he was clothed and conscious when he answered the doorbell, so it wasn't that bad. Dave and I rode in Jeff's car instead of the Dorans and Jeff "heaeh'd" at people and told a few stories. At breakfast I got pancakes and a free balloon. Then I went to Dave's house where we finished Nuns on the Run with Eric Idle and Deathwatch with Jamie Bell. Nuns on the Run was pretty fun with some British farce and Deathwatch was horror movie mindfuckery. I got to sit really close to Dave, so it sorta wouldn't have mattered if I was watching the blank screen. We walked to the Build a Dream Playground with my balloon and moved around from shade to shade until the ice cream man showed up. Dave got a Blue Raspberry Pop Top which had actually been bought out by C&C Soda Company. I got a Blue Raspberry Icee Push Pop and Dave paid, which although I would like to enjoy the title of feminist liberal, did impress me (I did offer to pay my way and had money out, but still). Then we went to a table and finished our respective edibles. The balloon was tied to my purse and kept hitting me in the face, so I turned over and watched children crawling over the wooden structure (I was also minutely trying to enhance my sexy because I was wearing a backless halter). He eventually turned over too and we talked about things I don't remember. It started to rain at one point, so he called his dad to give us a ride home. Back at his house we watched the US Male Gymnastics Olympic Trials in Philly at the Wakovia Center and were outraged that Paul Hamm had such a ridiculous voice and easy win. Dinner was great, particularly because neither of us had eaten since ten and it was the first real dinner I'd had in a while. Vegetables! We walked to Hetty's and Meg offered us a ride when we were maybe 50 yards from the entrance to her development. I was sucking big time at bearwrestling and very disappointed I wasn't even a challenge during our rematch. Dave sat next to me while I ate watermelon and later in the basement too. We hugged it out, and wound up in the same lingering hug as Wednesday. No kiss this time though. Hopefully many more times for that.

:D
Edit: In one bearwrestling match I was distracted by ass compliments, but I can't see it, so what is the use to me?

Stars

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.

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.

------- ---------------------------- --------

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.