all about magic

Today when I stepped outside the grass was no longer green. It was a white slippery color. And its magical how the world changes with something that comes from the sky and lands so softly and innocuosly on our land.

Really.

There are many magical things in this world.

Like my scarfy. It is blue and cashmere and oh so soft. And it has squishy balls at the end. Today, i had about 4 people try to pet my scarfie. Some even put scarfie to their cheek. And well, thats what scarfie is good for. Cuddly comfort. My mom had gotten it for me. Just shows how much my mom knows me oh so well.

Marina was just saying how my gift of the brain to her was such a genuine gift that even her  (ex)boyfriend didnt think of it, and probably never would have. [Marina is addicted to the brain as much as i am] I once gave a friend a box of soap. nice soap. but soap nonetheless. Ever since then, I promised myself that all gifts must be personalized. Must be genuine. From the heart. Shows that "hey, i know a bit of your soul."

My girls know my soul. Today Liz and I cooked and she bit my arm at some point, and i fed her cheese. mmm cheese. And we sang " I feel like chicken tonight! dun dun dun!" And then when marina came, we squishy hugged. I swear this hug lasted for at least 2 minutes. We squeezed hard and swayed and mmmmed into each other’s necks. And then we proceeded to talk with fishy faces. And giggled.

Its interesting how when you open up to someone. When you tell them things. You become vulnerable. I dont know. Its just this feeling. Not that vulnerability is a bad thing. It. Just. Scares me. A bit.

I talked to a particular boy till 7am.  I think that says it all.

[note: 7am boy doesnt scare me. On the contrary. ie I smile for no reason when walking]

Something cute about today:
Liz and i were ranting about how no one calls us. So while liz was in another room, down the hall, Andres called her. And said "I was thinking of you" in his cute argentenian accent and i need cuteness like that in my life. Ridiculous and yet so perfect.

Oh and Liz fell asleep on me. I was doing russian and she was doing econ. And we were both on the couch and we both put our heads on each other’s shoulders and i said "ahh i could really fall asleep like this" but i didnt really mean it. I lifted my head to continue on with my diclensions. But. Liz remained. And for the next 30 minutes I had her breathing and on my shoulder, softly asleep. It was a great moment.

I dont know what i am these days. Maybe Im fulfilling my own thesis theory. How when we see the end coming, we focus on the emotionally positive things. We dont think factually. We dont think of future.

I am living.

And I smile.

And it is good.

Hmm. Just realized.
My entries have become so inane.
I dont write anything profound.
Or even poetic.
I dont know what this means.
Im inane?