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you know when you meet someone, and it's just BAM! connection? Yesterday that happened to me. it was crazy. He was behind me in line for pizza at the Whole Foods pizza bar. The Whole Foods here is really intense. but anyway. He's one of those people whose face you don't really remember, but is still attractive. He wore glasses I think. Named Matt. And then i left and i will probably never see him again. I love those little, perfect moments. I don't want to be sad that they're over. I just want to be glad they happened.


happy new year, by the way.

good moments so far this year:
lying in bed late
eating kettle corn for breakfast
conversation with my uncle
galexyquest
hugging my cousins goodbye
watching nevershoutnever's video blog



pretty ridiculous. but it's good to remember all the good things, and not be bogged down by the bad ones.

I'm going home tomorrow, to Indy. As much as I love Austin (the weather, the hot boys, the food, the music, the hot boys), I am starting to miss everyone back home. I miss Joshua so much. But then I always miss him. I made a new year's resolution to drop him. He's not good for me. negligent, self-centered, absent-minded, immature. but of course i love him. it's not going to be easy.

one of the main reasons I'm so psyched to go home is Dungeons and Dragons. And Magic, of course. I can't wait to play. I got a new magic deck, because my old one was stolen. It needs some work, but it's pretty decent for the most part. I'm having people over tomorrow night to play, after the Tucker Brother's Jazztet at the Monon Coffee Co. Everything about tomorrow is awesome. Except my plane at seven a.m. oh well. Somehow I'll manage.

Fifty one days until my birthday, and counting. I am thinking about celebrating at a hookah bar. I love hookah.
(i'm also trying to smoke less bud this year. SO far, so good). If anyone in naptown wants to join me, just hit me up. I'm pretty psyched to be able to buy cigarettes legally.

I am mentally preparing myself for the boatloads of scorn and ridicule i will receive about shaving off my eyebrows as soon as I return to school on the fifth. I know i'm going to get it, because a certain young lady jumps at any chance possible to make me miserable. She really needs to get over herself, but it's okay. I just don't get why she thinks I'm so much of a threat. I didn't do shit.


I need to get some sleep. dammit.