Okay, so this week was really damn cool. But lets fast forward to thursday. I went to switchfoot with libizzle. Met up with chris and a couple of his friends. . .cool people. Stef stays over thursday night (for the 3rd night in a row). Friday, we go to jazzland with her mom and uncle ernie. That was fun. We go to some random bar / steakhouse on st. charles to see chester and david play. They fucking rocked. Then we go back to her house, i sleep there. Yesterday, we go to her gran's house in Venetian Isles. That was kickass. The house was awesome. Her family makes me happy. And the vietnamese were great. Mmk. . . . now for the cheesy sentimental part. . . Friday night, at the steakhouse, it was raining. Scratch that - POURING. I went and sat out on the porch of the building and just stared at the sky. The mixture of the rain, and the acoustic guitar inside, was incredible. I almost cried. But i didnt, bc stef already thinks im an emo kid enough. . .dont need to sit in the rain and cry for no reason. Heh. Well, i got to thinking. Not good. I wound up trying to figure out what i want, and i think i kinda maybe almost know. Well, i am completely confused about WHAT i want. . but i think i know WHO. But it isnt gonna happen. . . bc that the way my life works out. But its cool, bc things are fine the way they are. . i guess. Okay, so its like a 45 minute ride out to venetian isles, and we rode in the night time. So, again, i found myself stargazing, and thinking. Damnit. And i wound up wishing so badly that he were with me. And i did cry. But i dont think stef knows that. Bc it was only a little. I miss him so much, and i dont know why. I mean, its not like i havent seen him in months, its just . . . i . . . miss him. And. . . bleh.