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.

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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.