on my mind

-i want to marry a guy that is like my best friend. just like him, really, except not him at all. i want to marry a guy that:
-is honest, even when it's awkward.
-is the first to make sure you're okay.
-tells you it's okay when you fail your first college test ever..that you're ahead of yourself anyways, and that you need to stop worrying.
-skips class with you to go get italian, even if you are the only two people in the restaurant.
-listens to all of your crazy thoughts, and even laughs at your stupid jokes.
-buys you lunch and tells you not to worry about the money you should owe him
-tells you to just NOT WORRY, and that it's okay.
-tells you (in mcdonalds, of all places) that you are a good person, that you are smart, that you are beautiful, that you are NOT stupid.
-tells you the above through making his sister repeat after him.
-still opens doors for you, everytime.
-calls you up at random times to hang out.
-drives you around with the music sosoloud.
-makes you smile and feel like you really are an amazing person.
oh gawl. i am glad i have someone like that in my life every once and awhile.

-17 year old boys. do you really still ignore girls if you like them? i don't think that is something i can ChaCha, but it's something i can laugh about.

-ChaCha. i love it. addicting.
moriah: "Why does a quarter have two sides?
"ChaCha: "Well, to exist really, if you think about it."

-spontaneous parties. last night, because collin's parents are in park city. 5 people turned into 6 more real quick. we don't drink, we just play with drunk goggles. funny. driving home at 2 am and really hoping not to get pulled over is always an adventure.

-band practice. i play guitar, with kids that are one and two and four years younger than me. it's like babysitting, but instead i play the chords and pretend to know how to be electric. i'm distorted for the first time, and i'm pretty sure that i have never had my guitar up this loud in my life.

-i just don't think i'll ever get over you. but maybe because you aren't exactly like my best friend, even though i wish you were. maybe because i don't understand myself, or maybe because i am crazylikeophelia. or maybe because you don't like me. or, maybe just because everytime i see you i get really nervous and can't breathe normal for a few minutes. but really, i can't stand you half of the time. i don't know where that is going.