theangus

Last entry in my journal:
Going on a hot date today. With a hipster chick. I'll update when I get back.


Update:
She's definitely one of the most amazing girls I've ever met. Iggy was right, she was weird. For some reason (she blamed it on her last boyfriend) she said that she loved violence, and enjoyed getting into fights and moshing. She said she liked it as a release. Whatever though, she's basically the EXACT same person as I am minus the fact that she's a staunch Bush supporter (yuck) and the whole violence thing.

But yeah, I doubt I could've done better than this girl. She's perfect. She has this incredible personality, I feel I could talk to her for hours, she loves dance-punk, she loves going to shows, and most importantly, she's completely fucking enamoured with me, just as I am with her.

I'm so incredibly happy. Hopefully tomorrow we can actually go on a real date (this one tonight ended up going to some stupid high school concert at a pool that some of her younger friends were at, it BLEW). But yeah, I doubt I'll be able to go more than five days without her, I'm so smitten.

I've never met a girl that makes me man-swoon every time I look into her eyes (and she's 5' 3", so she's basically right in my face).

This whole thing is so fucking romantic it kills me. I met this girl last night, we ended up listening to one of our favorite romantic songs ("I Still Love You Julie" by Against Me!), and then when I casually mentioned that I was listening to it on my ITunes, I realized that we were both listening to it at the SAME TIME (we were having this convo online).

Today I must've woken up six or seven times hoping that it was noon (when I decided I'd wake up, which was an hour before she got here). I was that excited.

Please. Please. Fucking please let her be the one. I don't want anyone else.