Home is not where you live, but where they understand you <3

I’m sitting in Tolliver.
I think I live in here now.
I hope that the rest of the quarter is just like this.
Bre motivates me to get my shit done.
Although I’m just watching her and her buddies do work right now.
I’ll get mine done soon. 🙂 I’m going to go to Adams whenever she has duty to read Chaucer probably.

Last night, I studied Math for five hours.
And then me, Bre, Mitch & Ankur went to the park =]
And I stayed the night with Bre.

As long as I get my stuff done early, I end up having fun at night anyway.
It’s a good little routine we’ve got going.
Bre is turning 18 at midnight! It’s freakin CRAZY! 6 more hours.
And then Rusty turns 22 TOMORROW night at midnight!! 🙂 28 hours.

I’m scared for Friday night because I know how much Rusty is going to drink! The best friends I pick sure as hell make me worry about them! lol. I guess thats the thing though, I don’t really pick my best friends. =] It’s like looove at first sight! Welp, not really because everybody I’m best friends with have known me for EVER! It just happens and then I cling to them like cellophane. =D

Most things in my life are actually decent. I still, as always, live for the weekends. I live for the encounters with those I love, as short as they are sometimes. In fact, I just…I live. And it’s amazing. Not just existing, but living. Happiness, you know. It’s out there. It’s everywhere. If you look, you will find it. I promise you that one..even if its something you have to create yourself. 🙂

On the last afternoon before he went abroad he sat with Daisy in his arms for a long, silent time. It was a cold fall day with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly one with another, then when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep. — The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald

THAT IS THE TATTOO I WANT!!!!! =[