Heals The Original Dryness

i ended up going to bed at about quarter to three last night. almost by accident. i was just explaing the fucked up shit that is my life right nowto this guy and this other girl, and i didn't even have to go into the emotional details behind everything, just the fucking ARRANGMENT of people was enough for them to say, "wow, thats some fucked up shit. get the fuck out of there man" which was exactly what i was thinking. it was a good sign that i might actually be thinking rationally.

then we went over to his room to see his other art work and ended up talking at his door for about a half hour. the other girl was listneing to some of his music and had me tell her she had to go after one last song. "sure, i can do that" "thanks! you're so nice." then i stayed and talked to the guy for a bit, he had where the wild things are hand puppets that he couldn't fit his hand into because he has big hands, so i played with them for a while for him and talked about my qualms of having to make chain mail bracletes for people that probably had bigger hands than me, so i brought him up stairs to see the chain mail, and that lead to some really long conversation that got into the movie the graduate, so i played him the dustin hoffman forbidden broadway song, and just like shaking hands to say good night turned into this whole conversation. just sharing the interesting stories of our lives before college and stuff. we were both interested in talking and hearing stories. and this whole probably hour or so was all done just sort of perched on the edge of something. we weren't sitting and talking, we were standing in door ways. it was really interesting, but really fun too. i like college :)

theeeeeese, these little earthquakes....