ihavebeenfloated

It’s impossible for me to write about good things. What am I supposed to say? I’m happy, she’s beautiful and smells like how I imagine comfort would smell if it had a scent and, good lord, the two nights I spent in San Jose with Sarah were the best ever. Totally worth the trouble and the stress and the ten hours or so of driving were absolutely nothing at all. We shared my first drive-in theater experience and that was just absolutely perfect. Superbad, we saw, and I enjoyed it, mostly because she was lying in my arms the whole time while we/I lounged on huge couch pillows in the backseat of my car. Everything about the trip was magical and swirling and almost nauseatingly wonderful so I’m just going to shut up now.

Matthew’s father told me a long while ago about how he quit smoking, after smoking for ten years. He just started pushing back the time he’d have his first cigarette every day by half an hour. I have Google Calendar set up to text message me five minutes before I should have my first cigarette every day. Today was 11am, which I actually missed (11:08 now). The idea is that it keeps getting pushed back, I can smoke as much as I want in a day, but I have to wait until that time comes. According to how I set this up, by Halloween I wont be able to have a cigarette until 10:30pm. I’ll probably be “quit” by November 10th, where I wont be able to smoke until three in the morning, by then I’ll probably be sleeping before I get to smoke. This plan wont get annoying for about a week, where it’ll be that I can’t have a cigarette when I eat first thing in the day. We’ll see how it goes.

My head is completely consumed with thoughts of Sarah and San Jose. I have very nearly nothing else to talk about with my friends, but considering about a week was spent consumed with trying to get there and then about three days were spent there, I haven’t done a whole lot else.

It’s been a long time since I have been this crazy about someone. It’s been even longer since they’ve been crazy about me back. Perhaps forever. I don’t know, really, I can’t remember, I don’t know anything, where am I?