Sunday, May 29
freaaaaking out. i always freak out over the unknown. hell, i love guides camps. read:
guides. i.e. st marg's, first coy south. because i know what to expect, i know who's going, and i have my friends, hip hip hooray! but for cap.. i hardly know anyone well enough.. it'd be so awkward and what the hell was i thinking, applying for the awkward week of the lifetime? i have until
my birthday to worry about ya camp. where, thank the great heavens above, i have sam and mich.
but i am going to look on the bright side of life. even though i can't seem to play el tango de roxanne [i forced friends to send about 4 versions and still my windows media player hates me, or maybe it's just allied itself with chris] i
did buy the 30th anniversary collection of air supply songs.
yay!!! i love air supply. so hot. -sighs- and it doesn't make me depressed. or suicidal. just. a leeetle bit lovesick? every time i hear all out of love.. i remember that story i was reading while it played over and over and over again.. and all the swirling emotions come flooding back.. pangs of unrequited love.. the queer fluttering feeling of first love.. and the overall whirlwind of the whole story. i love it.
i love it. i. love. it. i'm listening to it now. i don't know what's wrong with me, but songs and words have this effect on me.. i am
not going to cry over a song.
i'll be seeing ya soon. friday night. if i don't conk out and sleep til four six day. but no matter what, i swear i will be there, as long as health and life allow.
i miss you so much i am fading away i need to see you just once more before i go
it must've been love.
8:05 pm
xoxo
