It's 8 AM. On Wednesday. This is interesting...it's been a little over 1200 hours that I've spent in school this year...nearly 180 days. I'm still not used to waking up this late on a weekday. I woke up the same time I usually leave for school in the car (around 20 after 7), and I felt all groggy. My throat hurts from singing with the guys last night (Ed came over, we sang some 36 Crazyfists. I sound a lot like the guy), I'm all cheeky eyed. I wrote Carla a letter, in regular handwriting, which is usually weird for me. I unreasonably find all that springs from me to be unworthy of anyone. Currently, I'm ok with my singing, music, and writing ability. My penmanship and appearances still elude me as being alright. It's no secret that my self-esteem has gotten a lot better after finding Carla...she is so amazing. I honestly don't know if I could do anything "wrong" with her. We have a relationship that centers around emotion and mutuality; that's pretty rare for this day and age. There's no sex, but plenty of lust and intimacy; no fights, but enough tension to keep things interesting; no cloud-rimmed love scenes, but plain old romantic evenings at the lake. Her favorite gift from me (as I've seen) is either my presence or flowers, especially little ones that had to be carefully picked. Those ones seem to be a feat of nature, because my hands are usually too rough and clumsy to pick those. She's so beautiful...eyes, lips, face, hair, her body's shape, proportions, the way she moves...everything makes me smile. Genuinely. I don't think I've ever longed to hold someone's hand just for the chance that she may gently rub her thumb across my knuckles to show her affection. I've never spent an entire night on edge, hoping and wondering when that first kiss of the night will come. When it does, it's better than any of the other moments put together. It lasts mere seconds, but if loveliness could be put into one gesture, that would be it. I'm done for now. I need to eat a little so my stomach won't kill me from the 500 situps I did yesterday. Gotta get buff for Mexico with Ed! We're both vowing to have sexy six-pax that we can fry Mr. Williams's eggs on the morning we leave from Detroit. That'll get us some extra credit. Love to all.