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Connie burned me two Wilco cds, and gave them to me packaged in someone's bibliography. How can I express how appropriate that was? We were meant to be, but her thesis keeps getting between us. I should just accept that she'll never leave it for me. ::sigh::
Break was lovely. Maine was lovely. Lovely, when associated with the engineer, is usually code for unexpectedly blissful and good. It's like an untouchable kind of good -- I don't know how to explain that. It's the kind that is always there but always takes you by surprise. It's not necessarily indescribable, but I like to leave it undescribed because it's such a mystery to me that I don't want to try to take it apart.
The second snow of the season was Thursday. We were going out after dinner and it was white and powdery and fell for hours.
Friday we made candy. Saturday we took boxes of it, one of which was consumed with The Boi after we all had dinner together. I have a whole nother box on my desk, which I'm trying not to eat all at once.
Yesterday we drove home. We made good time until we got to Boston, whereupon I remembered how much I hate Massachusetts and its stupid roads and major signage problems and ridiculous rush hour pike traffic.
That brings us pretty much present. Except for this: Every time you fall in love it's different and this is the first time I've actively tried not to make plans & while I think that's currently a good plan, it's really hard. I want her here and I want a future but I can't think about that. Plus, sometimes she seems totally unreachable. Sometimes I wonder if that's what I want.
I think that the first line of any of my posts should have the potential to horrify
jabberwockiConnie burned me two Wilco cds, and gave them to me packaged in someone's bibliography. How can I express how appropriate that was? We were meant to be, but her thesis keeps getting between us. I should just accept that she'll never leave it for me. ::sigh::
Break was lovely. Maine was lovely. Lovely, when associated with the engineer, is usually code for unexpectedly blissful and good. It's like an untouchable kind of good -- I don't know how to explain that. It's the kind that is always there but always takes you by surprise. It's not necessarily indescribable, but I like to leave it undescribed because it's such a mystery to me that I don't want to try to take it apart.
The second snow of the season was Thursday. We were going out after dinner and it was white and powdery and fell for hours.
Friday we made candy. Saturday we took boxes of it, one of which was consumed with The Boi after we all had dinner together. I have a whole nother box on my desk, which I'm trying not to eat all at once.
Yesterday we drove home. We made good time until we got to Boston, whereupon I remembered how much I hate Massachusetts and its stupid roads and major signage problems and ridiculous rush hour pike traffic.
That brings us pretty much present. Except for this: Every time you fall in love it's different and this is the first time I've actively tried not to make plans & while I think that's currently a good plan, it's really hard. I want her here and I want a future but I can't think about that. Plus, sometimes she seems totally unreachable. Sometimes I wonder if that's what I want.