He seemed pretty annoyed yesterday/partially today. I said I was sorry. I didn't think I would be that late. I think he's over it, even though he stole my sunglasses today and still hasn't given them back. *shrugs* I wish that being with him was as important to me as it was all last summer. I would do anything to be with him. I would change my shifts around, switch people so I could rotate by him. Things like that. Now. I could care less if I didn't talk to him at all. It's wierd how well this is working. HE knows. I'm not sure I like that idea. His family is cool with it. I love his family, they love me. I like talking to him. He wasn't in a talkitive mood yesterday though. It made me feel.......speculative. Went to Bear Lake, it was fun. The water was warm, the sand was warm, and Ryan dug his hole to China the entire time. A SUV got stuck in the sand/water, a fat guy was running around with a shovel, the person in the car was thinking "oh shoot" and everyone else just stood there and stared at it. The blue tow truck came, took a glance, then drove off to get more supplies. They unstuck it, and ruined the funniness of it. Laying on my towel was nice, he and I made small talk. I built a sandcastle thing with lake shells. I buried Ryan, then we all watched as he struggled to get out. Good times. Plus, the shakes and stories were fun. ♥