  stolen from urlLink jasmine: 1. What was the last song you heard? liebestraume - juliet the orange fucking great album.. 2. What were the last two movies you saw? catch me if you can / drumline it's a wednesday night thing at silverscreen, cheap three dollar tickets + snacks. cute little quaint theater with old re-runs and funky ass paintings..rituals honey, it's all about the rituals. oh, and not to mention the sexy boy that works there too. :P 3. What were the last three things you purchased?
ooh! ooh! we went to this craft shop last night and it had all these amazing textures, colors and materials in it. bloody a-wow! (kinda like an independent hobby-lobby? ) hm. this tube top..pink + white + orange! and uhm. does coffee this morning count? (p/s can you tell i've had coffee? :P) 4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
study for midterms. finish up all my half-assed art projects i've been doing but have been procrastinating over. WORK OUT! make dinner tomorrow night. 5. Who are the last five people you talked to? amanda ryan lindsay lindy daniel hmm...look what i just found in 'drafts'.. "[12/7/2002 11:36:09 PM | + racheal] i hesistate to use love. love is...shit, let's not even go there. but it's kinda interesting you know? when he respects you for who you are even if he doesn't necessarily agree with the things you do or the opinions you stand for.
when he tells you you're beautiful even after you've had the world's most insane assholic day and your hair isn't even apart of your own anymore, your black shoes against your brown bag put together in the bare five minutes you had this morning, your nails chipped and your eyes tired, your mood horrific, your menstrual cycle being all hormonal and shit, he smiles, hugs you and you suddenly forget why you were so bitter and angry with the world and smile. when you're laughing so hard your guts hurt and you can pillow fight and play 123 with your thumbs in the middle of nowhere. when you're lost in your little world and he's in it. or when you're in his little world he's sharing with you. when it's three in the morning and you're having a nervous breakdown, he drives right over even if you've repeatedly said no but secretly wanted him to.
talks to you and calms you the fuck down then makes ramen noodles together with you and tucks you into bed. when you roll over to find his arms locked around you and tranquility washed over his face. safe protective arms that hush you from a bad dream, cuddles you in and kisses the boo boos away. when you're watching him play and all these people shout and scream for him and that immense pride in you that goes, that's my baby!
and the secret part of you that takes a deep breath and goes, whoa. driving home, literally, figuring out the stick shift because he's let you touch his other love of his life and is now laughing at your silly face in bfn mobile trying to get home with the engine choking and dying on you about a million times saying clutch baby, clutch!
having real conversations about god, and dreams and 'real' things then making fun of 'superficial' and rather retardedly, talk about shopping and manicures and stupid crazy shit like that. but most importantly, coming home and finding that he's found your favorite game, the one you used to play when you were little, and there's that look in his eyes that spells out how much you mean to him. and it's crazy. when he says i love you for the first time and your heart melts. when actions truly speak louder than words. that's love. " *sniggers. * muahahahahahhahahahahahaha.
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