Who knew that watching some Matt Stone and Trey Parker movie with a silly blonde haired boy could bring me such joy? Mark Curtis is amazing. Probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. No matter what is going on in my life, seeing him makes me forget it all. He doesn't care if I dont wash my hair one day. In fact, he still gets cuddly with me, even though I'm probably really gross. He's late all the time, but his boyish charm tends to lead me to forgive him. He knows just the right time to touch my arm, kiss my cheek, or squeeze me really really tightly. His hair smells like strawberries when he washes it, and its softer than most girl's hair will ever be. His fingers are sort of boney, but he's still good at holding hands. In fact, my chubby little hands fill in the space inbetween his skinny fingers. Even my aunt, who hates me, likes him. In fact, right after he left, she came up behind me and goes " He's so nice and little!" He feels the same way I feel most of the time, and I can almost tell what he's thinking by looking into those light blue eyes of his. I'm never going to let this get fucked up. Never.