Nebula

Hmm I was expecting something much different..

I work 9-5, but since I walk/take the train home I don't get home till nearly 6. Last night I stayed until 5:30, and that messed with my usual train schedule so I ended up waiting for about 20-25 minutes for my transfer so it took a much longer time than usual to get home. Sorry I didn't say anything, I was waiting to see if you would and then knew that I'd have to leave soon anyway.

So what's this 'greatest thing that's ever happened to you'?

Hey you... This morning when I was getting ready to leave for the airport I couldn't find my phone. This is probably going to be my only chance on a computer, but I still want your number.. can you call my mom's cell phone so I can get the number? Her number is the same as mine except the last didget is a 2 instead of a 6. Thanks, I really want to talk to you.

You want the full story? I said I was going, put up the away message, went to change/wash my face, came back, made the laptop go unidle when I moved it off my bed, and saw your messages before my screen went blank so I checked them. Don't you dare think I'd lie to you about this, you're the only person I won't run away from when things get tense. That should mean something.

What can I say, we're exciting people...

so alas, my computer isn't quite set up yet, and I wasn't even placed in a room with a computer at its desk until now, a silly half hour before I leave. But as much as it's worth, I wanted to "explain" last night. You know my laptop is in my room, and so when it's not in use it's on the ground next to my bed. Before my "10 minutes to idle" time was up, I could see you left messages. You knew I was going to check them. And there's my non-idle time. If you want me to not touch my computer after leaving, then don't tempt me. It's simple.

I had another dream about you last night. Not so much seeing you, but I remember talking to you and being in another argument. For some reason or another I started talking to your Kelly about it, and she was helping me talk through things.

You have no idea how much I hate not talking to you. I haven't been able to do anything for the past few days besides sit around thinking about you.. even last night when I was at dinner with my cousin and aunt, not the ones that are close with my family, and I started babbling about you and how much I value your friendship and my cousin kept going on and on about how it sounded like I had found something really special and how amazed she was. And, of course, it just made me miss you more.

Always.

No, but it came to mind. Whatever I was originally thinking of is looong gone.

I search your profile
for a translation
I study the conversation
like a map
'cause I know there is strength
in the differences between us
and I know there is comfort
where we overlap
come here
stand in front of the light
stand still
so I can see your sillouette
I hope
you have got all night
'cause I'm not done looking,
no, I'm not done looking yet

When I opened this page I had something I really wanted to post here and now I have no fucking clue what it is. Damn I hate my memory.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.