Oh my god. "Bad Romance" played by the Campanile. I cannot believe I missed this. I walked by five minutes before it started. [YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cLrAJawSfg&feature=player_embedded[/YOUTUBE]
I am not looking forward to visiting my father for 6 days... ughh >.< I think I need a time machine to just skip most of these days.
Ok...so this was kind of adorable and sweet the first few times. But now you're starting to look pathetic. Please, please stop soon. Thank you.
I just got back from my first class of the semester. It's called Queering Schools. I think it's going to be really interesting. It's the first time this class has been offered at my school, so the professor doesn't really know what the class is about yet, but from what I understand it's about LGBT in the preschool through universities.
Call me. *cheesy smile* _____________ I need this headache to go away. Damn meds and their side effects...
fix my dishwasher and i'm yours baby on that note, my dishwasher makes me want to chuck babies at brick walls.
Remember when we sat down on that park bench and watched the pretzels rolling down the hill? I turned and said I love you, do you remember that?
Yes I do. I do. And do you remember that one particular pretzel, the one that was struggling to roll, do you remember how we both agreed that that pretzel was the perfectmetaphir for life? Do you remember how we both gazed upon those pretzels, do you remember that one unsalted pretzel we picked up and salted ourselves? The poor thing. Do you remember what I said as I left you that night? I'll never forget.
I remember. I remember it all, as if it were yesterday. That poor pretzel. I believe you said "Why the hell are those pretzels rolling down a hill, and why are we watching them?" The words flowed beautifully from your lips. Do you remember what I said before you you left on the ferry?
Installing the new iOS =/ Also, finally got my desktop set back up, woot! Soo tired and not wanting to wake up for class in the morning
It was a foggy evening, I remember that. And like that evening, my memory is foggy. I believe you said, "So long, my little lady, and write me back again!". And I remember the moon that night, it looked like a giant oven baked, golden pretzel. I never got those letters once you moved to Paris.