Oh my gosh. I can't even tell you how happy I've been. I'm going to go find a new notebook to squee in just to respect his privacy and all, but... yeah. I'm so happy. I was kind of scared I might die in a car crash on the way home for being so happy. Happy's the only word I've got right now.
Currently drinking: Orangina.
Maybe to balance out how manic I've been lately, I seem to be going through a pretty great soul music phase consisting primarily of a fixation with Brenda Holloway singing "Every Little Bit Hurts." But even that's kinda making way for putting "Supercrush" and "Puzzle Pieces" by Tiger Trap on repeat along with Michael Jackson's "PYT." It's called giddy, I think.
Also, weirdest thing ever, I kind of have an urge to visit LA. I thought for sure just rolling up and down to and from Bellingham would take care of the need to wander, but I start classes in a little more than a month and seem to have this restless legs thing going on. Yeesh.
Sonic Boom's last day in Fremont. Oh memories....
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what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay, we need some girltalk. also, where are you going to be taking classes?
Yes, girltalk. I am game. When are you free?
Also, I'm going to cosmetology school! I'm'ma be a hairchitect and facepainter in addition to singing the sweet pop music!
i'm pretty much always free wednesdays and fridays.
whoa cosmetology! i thought about doing that in high school, and then had vivid images of, uh, obnoxious people and my impatience. and yet i still end up cutting all my housemates' hair? but hey, you'll probably be way good at it, ms fancy lady!
A desire for roadtrips never goes away. The second I moved back to Seattle, I missed Portland. And vice/versa. I consider it an attribute to always have a little piece of me that is ready to go on an adventure.
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