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4:57 p.m. - 2004-03-29 Apparently, we're going skiing tomorrow. Keep in mind...I don't know how to ski. I skiied once when I was...ten or eleven, some incredibly young shit like that. But a child. My crush called me yesterday. I was expecting us to be rolling up side by side this spring break, but I pulled back and I think it was for the best. As long as I'm staying with these boys, things should remain perfect. But the crush called and seemed to be trying to express something, actually saying that he wished I was there, for example. I need to not get pulled back into his shit. Or I at least need to keep my attentions...regulated. Which is why it's good that I have so many crushes...coffee house guy, pita guy, random campus squallas. I just can't keep falling into that shit. Hopefully we are also going to Denver v. soon. Think we might try and trip again, which would be hilarious and adventure-ish, in a new town like that. Hoping to roll up next to some good music, and possibly my old europals J-Train and Liana. We are keeping the door open on driving all the way to San Francisco. But not wiiiiiiiiiide open.
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