you are killer this and killer that

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yesterday:

slept through sat practice
went to chang's and grumbled through the repurcussions of sleeping through the test
met henry. met henry. met henry.

it was wonderful. we played truth or truth for an incredibly long time and we went to barnes and nobles to purchase some books. we talked about japan and how he likes okinawa. we talked about squirrels and we talked about marriage.
we also ran into domo and elliot.

it sort of hit me, in the middle of it all, that we have been friends for five years of so. five years is a long time. when i first met him i didn't really think that it would last this long; we've only really seen each other, what, 6 or 7 times? he lives too far away. but he's still around. we still talk and care for each other in our separate ways...
jeez, confusing. jeez, i don't know anything.
i'm going to miss him and his odd, immature self.

i came home at 4 in the morning and sat in my bed for the longest time, thinking about nothings that thrill and thinking about somethings that hurt.



today: skipped church, got up and watched persuasion again before working a bit and eating some odd curry/salsa/naan brunch. i didn't sleep enough and my coffee was too weak.

now i'm going to watch the new episode of a drama i've been meaning to catch up on, and then i'm going to finish my letter to lily...

lily dear, if you read this, please e-mail me or respond to my comment on your blog: i don't know if i should send my letter to rhode island or la...










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