I love long posts…
Another night of not getting my work done… Of course, that’s my own fault, so don’t think I’m putting that on you. I appreciate it.
I just feel so lost without you, and it’s exponentially worse when we end conversations on a negative note. I concur to the highest degree.
I was going to talk to you about how I woke up with my jaw hurting, I think my wisdom teeth might need to be removed soon… It hurts when I eat too… Aw… JuJu. Poor baby. I would recommend looking into that over break? I have heard that needs some serious downtime to recover, including SLEEP. and of course swimming might help too.
How funny would it be if we tried to kiss while I had chipmunk cheeks from swelling… HAHAH. I would nurse you back to health. I just got some holiday jello molds! fuck yes.
I was going to talk to you about my Art History paper, the one I didn’t finish because I wanted to talk to you instead… but everything worked out because somehow I got a passing grade anyway… SWAG.The grader pointed out I only had 2 full pages of text (we needed 6), but I made up for it with quality of writing I guess… Though I could only hope to be as skilled with words as you are…yeahyeahyeah
I was going to talk to you about progress with our art project. I think we could use more “crazy” and “romantic” elements, and even though we only worked on it for an hour of the five days we were together LOL ProcrastiNation, I wouldn’t have done it any other way and it’s so much better to make art with you. AND we’re still in a good position as long as we try to finish up this upcoming weekend…I will come home for you <3
I was going to talk to you about how I’m scheming to go back to Chicago next Monday morning instead of Sunday night, so that we’ll have a little more time to spend together on the weekend… It’s Critique Week next week, and I don’t like? my Monday morning class, so it’d be fine…
I was going to talk to you about how I felt about you smoking again… I guess you’ve had enough of that, though you didn’t even know what I was going to say…I will listen, and probably roll my eyes. But in the most loving way of course.
But I guess “there are some things I want to talk to you about” just means nothing but bad things…IT SCARES THE PISS OUT OF ME. it’s like, “I shall now confront-eth thee.”
Fear. Precisely, can you blame me?
The whole day, I just wanted to talk to you. And I wanted to talk to you!
I was willing to wait after your study session. I’d be willing to wait after whenever for you, really. I believe you. Even if you don’t believe in me anymore.
I mean, those aren’t just words, I think you’d agree that my actions follow.Ouch. unlike mine.
Anyway. Well, I just wanted to have a good conversation with you, to bond with you, to tell you how much I love you… but for now I guess there’s this. I did too, I was terribly disappointed with the final predicament.
Sweet dreams, ma chérie… Bon soir, Junebug.
