Moblathka

May 13th, 2008 12:54:14 am - Subscribe
Mood: bubbly

So since that experience, I've been really giddy. I keep thinking of things we said and did that night/morning/afternoon that make me laugh so hard.

We all watched the video over dinner. It was probably the most hillarious thing ever we've ever recorded. It was so unlike anything any of us had ever done. The fact that even Chelsea and Janece were amused by it makes it so much better.

My giddiness is also a result of Josh telling me he didn't regret making out with me. I can't remember what we were talking about that lead up to that statement but I keep thinking about it now and it makes me smiley.

I love it when people can do that to me. Rather than just creep me out or make me feel sick and dirty. Or worse, indifferent. I don't care what he meant by that. He could have meant that he doesn't regret things like that very easily or he could have meant that he wishes to engage in such encounters in the future. It doesn't matter because we still hang out and it's fun and things aren't awkward between us.

But still, I keep acting like I'm in junior high. I like him. I'm pretty sure he likes me. The idea of sharing a sober kiss with him causes feelings I haven't experienced in years. But I'm afraid to. I slept in his room last night. We watched a movie and spooned. Today we were watching Jim Gaffigan and we passed out. Being around him is pretty terrific.

It really blows that I'm such a pussy around him. I usually have so much confidence around guys. I'm such a little kid when I actually like someone. I'm so much cooler when it's recreational. I rather enjoy it though. At least I get to spend time with him. He isn't like the other people I've been with this year where I make out with them, sleep over, leave before they wake, never see them again. Those were fun and all, but still... Josh.

I won't see him all summer.

Anticipation is mildly refreshing. It makes me feel things. Things I never feel with instant one-night drunken temporary confidence improvements.

No syringe could possibly cram any more adjectives into that last sentence.

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