Heart on my sleeve -- not where it should be. The song's out of key again. My moon and me. Shed some light on me please. My moon, my man. A lot has happened in the past week. I've had some amazing days out with the friends. I ALMOST single-handedly (not really) made school history by writing a letter to save Step-Up Day. I've been making plans and I've been allowed to go through with them -- and I've got even more plans ahead. And yet, even with all these substantial things, I find myself focused on the most intangible, uncertain, fickle, undecided aspect of my weeks. "M'lady" he says. "Dearest." I think it's disgraceful how the general male population is so against using these terms that the first person to use them on me gets an automatic boost in my eyes. We haven't webcammed for about two nights already, and I already miss it. "It's the dirtiest clean I know." I'm always attracted to these types, aren't I? Huh. He gave me my wake-up call today. As I was hoping he would. But he also gave her her wake-up call. I don't like it when you talk about him petting your head. Or playing with your hair. It makes me wonder whether physical contact is more important than random conversation. Because our random conversations are one thing that I will not let you steal. This is where I get into that certain possessive mode of mine. I hate it. I don't know why I get like this, but all at once, I feel territorial. I feel threatened. I feel like everyone else should stay away from whatever is this thing that I have claimed mine. I don't know. I'm ramble and free-writing this. Anyhow, I will see him on Friday. We're going to the movies. And I'm not being a coward this time. I'm going to sit next to him. God, I feel like I'm in fifth grade again, haha. I'm going to hope that the more time we spend together, the closer we'll see each other. I know that those nightly daily indulgences were reserved only for me, for a good number of nights. And yet when the least thing pops up, I feel threatened as fuck. Ah, my heart is always on my sleeve. Anyway, I'm also scheduled to see my old "love" Clarence this Thursday. I hope it will make for a very pleasant distraction. Even when I complain, or when I worry, or when I am stressed, someone up there is taking care of me. Thank you, God. C ya, *Ai-Rini. P.S. I just finished an iTunes on shuffle Facebook survey. Got "Don't Look Back" for him. Weeird.