I love Kris.
Sep. 25th, 2001 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
like_a_clownever notice how the things that seem smallest can move you the most?
I found out that Kris is still wearing the wristband that she got at the club last Friday because it reminded her of me. She said she'd probably keep wearing it till it fell off or till I see her again.
That, more than just about anything else I've heard in the last couple days, shot through my body with that floaty, choked-up feeling. There's nothing I can really say to describe it--words are inadequate to describe the feeling to those who don't know it, and those who do will know what I'm talking about without my going into flowery detail. But...yeah.
She had a bad headache, too. She could hardly talk above a murmur because she was so beat, but she stayed on the phone with me anyway.
yes, I am a sentimental fool sometimes :) but it's nice to have someone care about me, and nicer still to have it be someone about whom I care so much about in return. it would just be nice if the logistics of simply seeing each other weren't so fucking irritating. especially since we've been teasing ourselves all summer with the relative ease of just hopping on the freeway at a moment's notice. :)
and this morning, when I woke up...I half expected to have her there. to my right, just kind of snuggling my arm like she does. last night, going to sleep, I reached over for my pillow, and it wasn't the same. I've been thinking a lot about how good it is to go to sleep and wake up with Kris the past two days. I already miss her. and grad school, for both of us, is still up in the air, and will be for quite some time.
but still, I can't complain toooooo much. see, in spite of it all, I'm not sad. irritated, perhaps. lonely, a bit. but actually rather happy.
sorry if I don't have a whole lot to bitch about. a good life can be boring, can it not? I just don't feel like being overwhelmingly negative.
the rest of my day went as follows: I awoke at the time I shoud've been signing a crash sheet, so I didnt get into that section. just as well. I'd hate to wake up at 8:30 every Monday, especially seeing as how I have them completely off as of now. I don't think I got the other two either. I stopped by Shirley's office, and apparently I'm good to go for work this quarter. I then replaced the rear axle and repacked the rear bearings on my bike. I already notice a performance difference. Once I fix the chain, derailleur, and related mechanisms, that bike is gonna run like new. then I wanna new seat :) After all this, I had dinner and then went over to Jennesis's. We hung out on the couch and in her room, and then I took her over to meet Toni. They ended up totally bonding over Johnny Depp and shit. It was cool--each of them seemed to really like the other, and each of their rooms is really neatly decorated and homey. I have to do something about my place. It's so...functional. But then, we're male.
and the verizon guy comes out Wednesday morning, so I get a proper Net connection 'cause the phone line will be static free. woohoo.
good night, everybody.
I found out that Kris is still wearing the wristband that she got at the club last Friday because it reminded her of me. She said she'd probably keep wearing it till it fell off or till I see her again.
That, more than just about anything else I've heard in the last couple days, shot through my body with that floaty, choked-up feeling. There's nothing I can really say to describe it--words are inadequate to describe the feeling to those who don't know it, and those who do will know what I'm talking about without my going into flowery detail. But...yeah.
She had a bad headache, too. She could hardly talk above a murmur because she was so beat, but she stayed on the phone with me anyway.
yes, I am a sentimental fool sometimes :) but it's nice to have someone care about me, and nicer still to have it be someone about whom I care so much about in return. it would just be nice if the logistics of simply seeing each other weren't so fucking irritating. especially since we've been teasing ourselves all summer with the relative ease of just hopping on the freeway at a moment's notice. :)
and this morning, when I woke up...I half expected to have her there. to my right, just kind of snuggling my arm like she does. last night, going to sleep, I reached over for my pillow, and it wasn't the same. I've been thinking a lot about how good it is to go to sleep and wake up with Kris the past two days. I already miss her. and grad school, for both of us, is still up in the air, and will be for quite some time.
but still, I can't complain toooooo much. see, in spite of it all, I'm not sad. irritated, perhaps. lonely, a bit. but actually rather happy.
sorry if I don't have a whole lot to bitch about. a good life can be boring, can it not? I just don't feel like being overwhelmingly negative.
the rest of my day went as follows: I awoke at the time I shoud've been signing a crash sheet, so I didnt get into that section. just as well. I'd hate to wake up at 8:30 every Monday, especially seeing as how I have them completely off as of now. I don't think I got the other two either. I stopped by Shirley's office, and apparently I'm good to go for work this quarter. I then replaced the rear axle and repacked the rear bearings on my bike. I already notice a performance difference. Once I fix the chain, derailleur, and related mechanisms, that bike is gonna run like new. then I wanna new seat :) After all this, I had dinner and then went over to Jennesis's. We hung out on the couch and in her room, and then I took her over to meet Toni. They ended up totally bonding over Johnny Depp and shit. It was cool--each of them seemed to really like the other, and each of their rooms is really neatly decorated and homey. I have to do something about my place. It's so...functional. But then, we're male.
and the verizon guy comes out Wednesday morning, so I get a proper Net connection 'cause the phone line will be static free. woohoo.
good night, everybody.
