thoughts of fancy:

i...think i'm dropping out of school.

and moving to texas. eeeeeee.



i said, "you know, i think you're the love of my life without being the love of my life, you know what i mean?"
you said, "yeah...i was thinking about it the other day and thought 'i'm just going to end up marrying jamie.' and i kind of laughed."
i said, "that would be ironic, huh? like, painfully so. not that marrying you would be painful, but just that so many people would be able to say 'i knew it!' "
you said, "absolutely. that would be like, the zenith of irony! mountains would be jealous of that shit."
i said, "ha. yeah."


and then i asked you to move to texas with me. i don't think about you this way until you bring it up. and you don't say you love me, but you remind me almost daily.

stop. being. awesome.

in other news, i am almost done with school [for this semester]. yay! but i'll take it. and this summer i'm going to sit outside and read. i'm going to get sunburned, and take photos and go fishing and walk around and watch shakespeare in the park. i long for mobility, but am comfortable in my place, for now.
for now.