**I Could Never Really Love You, Simply Because…
This is a great song. I need to listen to this song more often. God, today is nice out. I should go for a walk or something. Oh wait, I get to walk home! Work felt like forever today, plus it was stupidly busy.
And I’m so tired…
As to two of the three notes I got on my last entry, stfu both. Mockery does not count. Just because you don’t have someone, or the someone you have is not presently in the same city as you, and just because I’m a really freaking easy target doesn’t mean you have to mock me and my joy and the way I wish people would bask in it with me.
What. Ev.
Erik’s birthday was on Friday, and since he wouldn’t tell me what he wanted, we went shopping and I ended up buying him A Scanner Darkly on HDDVD. And I proceeded to spend over $300 in 5 stores and on my share of the dinner bill. After shopping and eating, we went back to his house for cake with his family (carrot cake, nuts, no cream cheese frosting), where his dad complained about the lack of raisins and Erik threatened to take pictures of me with a really high quality, super-expensive camera that I then threatened to break, and cake-eating and teasing ensued. We watched Happy Feet, after playing video games for an hour or so, and 10 minutes before it finished, I was dozing off in his lap. He got up to go to the bathroom just after it ended, and I stretched out on the couch on my stomach and fell asleep for about 15 minutes. He woke me up around 12.30, really gently (which was so sweet of him, I really needed to be woken gently right then), and said, "you look so tired," which I didn’t take as an insult because it wasn’t, it was just a comment. So, he drove me home, and walked me to the door and kissed me goodnight.
So freaking sweet. But he’s got this totally dirty sense of humour sometimes, which makes him even better than I originally appraised him to be. Anyways, now I’m sitting in the library, trying (over text messages, mind you) to goad him into coming over to watch a movie with me and nap with me in my bed (no, nothing else in the bed, just a nap). But my tummy is grumbling and that means it’s time to go home and eat something, and if he doesn’t come over, I’ll just nap by myself on the couch with the cat. Or the dogs. I’ll work it out when I get home.
** Edit ** I’m at Erik’s house. Watching him fix pictures on his other computer. They’ve got multiple computers. It’s awesome. And they’ve got marvelously secure wireless internet. I think we might watch a movie, or take a nap, or both. I should probably call my family and tell them I’m not sure if I’ll be home for dinner or not. Probably, but maybe not. He’s showing me pictures from his second cousin’s birthday party, and this awesome kid had a cake shaped like a teddy bear, in freakin’ 3D. It actually LOOKS like a teddy bear. Too cute. And she’s wearing a blue dress with ladybugs all over it. I don’t really like kids all that much, but this is one adorable little girl.
Aaaannnnyyyyway. He’s being fussy about his wallpaper, so I’m going to help him pick a new one. Or he’s just going to pick one without my help. It’s okay, though, because it’s a guitar and it looks really saucy. I want a nap. Why the heck aren’t we napping? Ohhhh well.
– simply because – rooney –