Been thinking a lot about youknowwho. I say "youknowwho" but you wouldn't really know who he was, because I just met him. And it's awful. I haven't felt this way since the first time I laid eyes on the actual youknowwho. I've spent a grand total of 4 hours with him, and I don't want to feel this way, but I do. I don't know why. I wanted to pretend I was joking when we left and I told Mary that I was in love with him, but I wasn't. But I'm moving, so...oh well. Hah, the one time I do care, I shouldn't.


Aaaand he's married. Officially giving up on relationships and getting married. Good-bye, love-life..

So I move tomorrow. Not as far as I did last year, but still pretty far. I finished packing about half an hour ago and I don't think it hit me 'til just then.

My sister showed me this today. And I'm in love. First project of my editing class: I'd like to make a music video of this of different people of the city of San Francisco singing this. Sounds good, no?



I think if anyone ever told me to never get a tattoo ever again then well..I'd be upset. I could sit in that damn chair for hours and hours on end with a smile on my face and I would be in heaven. I sort of also fell in love with the man that did this to me. Hm.

Weird week, numb but not at all. I don't know how to feel about anything. Bye.