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| Last night was spent in the middle east, playing golf with explosives and calling in air strikes. 'Twas strange how it ended, with a-girl-I-dance-with and I laughing, smiling, and enjoying each other's company. We were playing with a strange two-person jacket that entagled one another's arms together.
Another thing I remember is buying a used copy of Odin Sphere. I miss that game. It was pretty, and pretty memories playing it with kitty/ducky.
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| Today in the middle of class, I took in a single breath whose smell reminded me of her. For that brief moment, my mind was absolutely flooded and for an instant I felt like I would completely break down.
For some reason I wish I could have held on to that feeling for longer.
That was definitely not the most pleasant experience of the day. If only life--and most of all love--could be simpler.
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| Have you ever gone over to read postsecret and read something that made you feel like it was written to you from a very specific person?
Or read one and felt like someone you know would read it and think it's from you? Or at least, you wish they would think it's from you..
Anyways, yesterday was basically the best Valentine's Day I could have hoped for. I did no work, slept most of the day, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was ending the night with Blues. I want to be David Carrington. He's not anyone famous, though he does have a famous sounding name. But he is basically the best lead on the dance company. And he was at Blues last night, and watching him dance... and with girls who I've danced with. I know they're relatively good, but not the best. But when they dance with him, it's <i>magical</i>. I want to be magical like that... I even told Aggie, "You have to dance with him. Because I can't." She was thoroughly intimidated by him, though.
I feel like I'm kissandtelling, but... you know,
some girls dance so scared and relatively unwilling to connect. Some girls connect well, but then get scared when something new happens, saying something like "Oh, was I supposed to X there?". (Hint: All you have to do is dance with me and I don't care. If you can't follow something, it's my fault, not yours.).
Then there's a nice zone of girls who feel completely comfortable, but still feel like you shouldn't throw every move at the world in them, 'cause they might break. Past this point, however... is the closest to pure magic you will ever get. Right around this point is Aggie. I love dancing with her because she can hold her own. She trusts me completely, and I can throw anything imaginable at her and she will stand her ground and follow where I lead. Even if what I'm throwing around is her. It's amazing and wonderful.
But then last night... I danced to El Tango De Roxanne with a girl, Elena. It was amazing. Much like Aggie, her movements told me, "I can take anything you dish out." But with another thought added on... of, "Let's make magic". It was amazing. She moved beautifully every moment, and I had no fear or inhibitions in my heart to hold back the dance. It was just pure soul, flowing out through every movement. oh my god. you have no idea.
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| I just watched the most amazing, terrifying, heart-wrenching, heart-racing movie ever. See subject line.
It filled me with the need to hug everyone important to me. Unfortunately, many of those are far far away, and of those that aren't, some don't even have their phone on. That's ok, though. They have a special present waiting.
I suppose for now, I am left with going through facebook and leaving a little something for those who I haven't heard from in so long. Though I feel a bit weird dropping in on some people..
If I haven't told you lately, I love you.
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| I am going on an adventure.
If I die in a horrible gruesome accident, there are at least three letters scattered about my home that have not been delivered to their wonderful recipients. Also a christmas present that I never managed to get to Rachel.
p.s. my ghost will still expect that birthday present you owe me! <3
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