This Probably Isn’t Directed At You.

Hi. I wish I had a mental typewriter. I wrote this entry to you in my mind already. Have written. It’s all up there, somewhere, I just have to find the bits and pieces of text. I sat at the bus stop thinking about you. The busses took slightly longer than usual. It’s amazing how much you can think in the span of seven minutes. My prof took some the entire period to discuss the previous exam. So I took the liberty of spacing out. I didn’t really need to, I wasn’t at risk of falling asleep. I just wanted to think about you. So I did.

I’m definitely having one of those “This sounded better in my head” moments. Oh well, I’m not perfect.

I’m smiling. Might be because I’m simply thinking of you. You’re going to be so exhausted by the end of today. A sleep-deprived youth, we are.

How are you feeling? I don’t mean in general. I mean right now. I hope you’re feeling close to how I’m feeling now. I’m feeling rather sappy. It shows, doesn’t it? (Well, I hope it does. Realize that a lot of the thoughts running around my mind just somehow never make it to text. So while I think I sound sappy in my head, I could in reality be reading some philosophy of science fiction. Did you ever understand what I was saying, or were you trying to get me to repeat myself a million times so you could hear me squirm?)

“Were you naked?”
“Well, I was under my clothes.”

Funny how memory is. So many things we hear in our lifetime. Some thing we remember forever. And other things, gone forever. Entire conversations as if they never existed. And I randomly remembered that we said that last night. I mean this morning. I mean, a few hours ago before we passed out.

I’m glad you called.

You like asking me to tell you a story just to hear me squirm, don’t you? You must. Because I squirm like crazy when you ask me, BECAUSE I CAN’T TELL SPONTANEOUS STORIES. It’s the pressure, I say! I won’t get so lucky next time, will I?

*smiles*

Have I mentioned how I think sweaters are cute? Sweaters make girls look warm, cute, and cuddly. *nods*

I need that mental typewriter right about now. Or some transcript of all the silly thoughts I had.

Do you remember when we met? I’m sure you do. Hmm. I’ll finish that letter after I pass out (and subsequently regain consciousness).

Speaking of passing out, I should do that. It’s still early in the morning, I can probably sleep as if I never went to my first period. *chuckles* Talk to you when we’re both sitting our asses at our respective computers. (Obviously, eh?)

I’ll bet you weren’t expecting an entry like this here, eh Poptart? *smiles*

-Timmy

The Good Matrix 3 Trailer is on my webspace here for a limited time.

All I gotta say is “Damn. That’s some quality high-budget crap.”

Addendum: By the way, it’s 47.7 megs. Figured that’s something that should be known before attempting to download.