Friday night: Drove up in the canyon, almost rolled my car, it made/makes a really funny story. My jacket still smells like campfire. mmm, I love that smell. Saturday: Hung out with M and the guys, watched Family Guy, ate ice cream with raspberries. It was cool. *smiles* I had the most amazing, incredibly hot, outragiously awesome, dream last night. Best Dream Ever: For some reason I'm in a boarding school. I'm assuming it was somewhere tropical because I looked out the window and saw the white sand, the swaying palm trees, and could smell the ocean spray drifting through the partially opened window. I got up, looked around and saw the other girls/guys sleeping in their bunks I quietly tip-toed across the wooden floor and opened the door noiselessly. In front of me stood the longest hallway I had ever seen. Along the walls were paintings done by Leonardo, Vincent, and Michelangalo. I started strolling down it when I saw a staircase off to the right. I glanced down at the floor, and noticed a tiny piece of paper sticking up, barely visible, through 2 slabs of wood. I quickly pulled it out, unfolded it and read: "Only you would be observant enough to find this. Meet me down at the half-pipes. With all my love, G." I sprinted/jumped down the stairs and furiously opened to glass sliding door with the sign that read "HALF-PIPES" printed in bolded, black letters. I rushed through it and swept the arena, trying to find him in the crowd of skateboarding, rollerblading fanatics. I finally located him, he was wearing the brilliant blue hemlet with the letters "ILYSMC" on the side. I saw him stop, and pivot slowly around, as though searching for someone. His beautiful greenish-yellow eyes stopped on me, and the next second I was in his strong, tan, arms. So close to his chest, I could hear/feel his heart pounding, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't believe it was him. After awhile, he let go and I finally looked into his face, the first time in 6 months. He looked as good as ever. Strong, tan, perfect white teeth, beautiful eyes laced with long dark eyelashes. Dark hair was falling down in his eyes, giving him the mysterious stranger look. *sigh* He's perfect. me:"What are you doing here?" He gave me a secretive smile and said: "It doesn't matter, the only thing that does is that I'm here with you, finally, after 6 long months." [Note: We have only kissed once, in REAL life] I wanted to kiss him so badly that I guess it showed on my face. Unfortunatly, he gently brushed the stray black strands of hair covering my face behind my ear and said: "Not here, let's go for a walk." So, we did. He held my hand as the ocean lapped at our feet. We talked about...everything. The most interesting person I know is him. l love his bold intelligence, his ability to share that knowledge with me, how me wants to be with me. The sand was warm and comfortable...the sunset-gorgeous. Finally, he stopped, spun me around and kissed me for a long time. A heavy, hot rain started, and well, one thing led to another and... .......we stood there, embraced, making out in the rain. Others things happened, nothing to important. We went back to the school. He taught me about the sunflower, and what it's meaning is. Things like that. Then * I woke up. I miss him really bad.