Lovers spit

I have really began to figure out why I like the people I do and why I love the person I do. It's because of the way I carry myself with them. I'm not so shy anymore, I've began to talk, I've opened up even to someone whom I haven't seen in years and I'm totally okay with it and it feels like I've talked to them for forever and a day.

I've also realized that when I've found what I've wanted my whole 16 (almost 17) years living, I had but don't exactly have anymore. I used to watch what my sister had/ still has with someone and I always used to think to myself "shit, I want someone I can do all this crappy fun shit with..", and I had that at one time.

I don't think I've ever been so happy for the week to be over. I feel relieved but also like I have some sort of important date coming up that I feel immensely impatient for. I wish I knew what it was so my moods can be better. I spent the end of my day getting all the food I've eaten through out my stay at Gibbens' house on my white shirt, sitting by a pool and ending the day sitting at the top of a giant rock making sound effects and "sick beats" to people (and horses) waltzing by on the trail down the hill. Then my roommates picked me up.

My sister got me the best present!! (below) Then I found my nice little Ray Ban case with my glasses that have been missing for two months, just sitting on top of the pile of books on my desk. Ohh I am grateful for this find she made.

I'm sorry, btw.