For the life of me I could not sleep last night. I layed in bed, thinking about him as I usually do, until there were no more thoughts that I could think about. It must have been 1:30 at that time, and I decided to do something to go to sleep. I smoked a bowl, then played my guitar. I made up a new song and even wrote it down (in a very unproffesional and stoned way). Then, as my eyes felt the heaviest they'd felt in days, I layed down in my cozy bed. I turned on the light about 3 times just to fix my pillows. When I layed down I swore I could hear water and the noises of people shuffling or walking. Finally I realized it was just the fan, so I turned on Coldplay, got lost in that world, and fell asleep. Now welcome to today. At around 8 I got a text message from him telling me how many black people there are wherever he is. I should ask what state he's in. He told me he has lots of stories to tell, so I told him to write them all down so that I can hear them one day. I can't wait for him to return. Like Christopher Columbus, except Asian, returning with so much to tell. I'm looking forward to sitting down with him and having him tell me every single detail of every day. I'm also looking forward to being his girlfriend. I know it's going to happen. Not to say that I'm not still scared. I'm frightened out of my mind because I really like him. I like him as a person, not just a crush, and it would be horrible to lose another great friend like that. I don't want this relationship to ruin anything. I always read in those silly teen magazines not to go out with your best male friends. I know it would probably be best if we could keep things on a friendship level, but there's no denying feelings. There's no way we're going to be able to hang out a lot and not become a couple. I hope somebody is praying for this relationship. It needs some luck because I'm so nervous. Here's some clips of Yahoo!news that I plan on sending him: "A four-year-old boy caused chaos at a Norwegian airport this week when he hopped aboard a luggage conveyor belt as if it were a merry-go-round. " "Love-Sick Bird Risks All to Fly Back to His Mate: Distance proved no obstacle for an intrepid New Zealand tomtit, which apparently dodged predators and braved open seas to fly more than 37 miles back to his lady-love. " "Athletes at next month's Athens Olympics are expected to go for gold in the bedroom as well as on the field, with 130,000 free condoms being made available throughout the Games. " I think they're all fairly relevant, enough to stir the mind a little. The first one, because it takes place in an airport, the second because, well, look at that (is it too much), and the third one because, hey, the sex! I think I actually want to treat him well. That's unusual for me. To actually care about being that good to someone. Heh. Maybe it's just because I haven't talked to him in a while. I can't believe how much I miss him. Wow.