my throat, it burns.

Sunday night was amazing, spending the whole day with a "few cool people", cruising and parks ice cream, getting to know each other better, macdonalds caesar salads and stalkers in newcastler subdivisions.
and since then I spent every night with him, and yeah. I'm smitten.
Lets not dance around this subject, he's exactly what I need now.
Praying to god nothing fucks it up.
(something always does)
(but it's okay)
(...)

When formal came around this year, I was just feeling nostalgic, feeling as if things shouldn't of been over, and the memories of the previous year were way too evident.
I was a bitch that wouldn't give a chance, basically.
It's been months and months since then, I stopped looking at faults and looked at the positive side.

It's great, because it's something to think about when I feel my academic career flush down the loo. Nearly, very very nearly failed an important Physics test (science nerd? not anymore you're not, vectors don't like dat), guessed questions on a semi important Quadratics test, and MacBeth? Fuck right off. Or, at least make yourself seem a lot clearer.
(sparknotes dot com?)

I also have to take this opportunity to (once again) apologize for my sporadic posting; I love you blogspot xoxox lets never fight again.

work + school + social life (gasp!) - free time = me.