I'm up and slightly apprehensive. I have a lunch appointment with Nick Hahn tomarrow. It's been gnawing at my brain since last night, when we made this appointment. I'm not quite sure I'll have much to say. Nick Hahn is a woodland creature version of Justin Schaber. Woodland creature meaning that he's big and soft and Justin Schaber meaning he's intimidatingly intelligent, and expects those around him to match him or be material for jokes later on in life.
Nick is a musical genius(the real kind, not the garage band kind), has a stunning command of pop culture, and is one of the only people who calls me on misuse of vocabulary words. I'm very worried that, without the extra time that AIM gives me to come up with witty observations and impressively concise syntax, I will make a complete fool out of myself, after I've finally ridden myself of my squirelly, obsessive sophomore persona...Fuck!
*blinks* That was...in depth. I wasn't totally aware that I felt that way. Wow. Sorry guys.
Whoooo...other than that...
Friday Afternoon:
A to the lex to the M to the arien, you rock.
Friday night:
Class A! Between the "Estais bonitas!," the kids going at it in the front seat behind the movie theatre, the excellent processed foods, the Much Fighting, the angry Carloses, the garden departments, and the clacking plates...All went superbly well.
Saturday:
Some biscuits, mashed potats, a hard-earned twin pop, and several ill fitting prom dresses were the perfect segue into the Broadway Market's many sights, smells, and sounds. The best sight being those asinine pens, the best smell being the "tavern corn", and the best sound being, "Which one?"
Sunday:
Woke up half on the bed, half off, face down, to a rustling windbreaker. Jacob Fox fell asleep in about 5 minutes, and then there were some Easter baskets, followed by some choice drama at church, followed by some more sleeping, followed by some eating, followed by a walk, followed by beautiful, quiet sex, which we almost got caught having.
I really wish I could say the last part of that sentance without laughing so that you guys would believe me and be completely disgusted that we would have sex in my parents' house on Easter sunday. But, alas, my laugh betrays me.
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