i am sitting in the library. i am making copies of fairytales for my box and i am sitting here doing nothing because i dont want to try and look up the like 6 terms i still need for my art history exam tomorrow because i am going to study all day until the exam at 2:45. i would rather be in my room doing my box, because it is coming along SO GOOD, today  i finished everything to the most ridiculous details on the layer with the geisha, octopus, pin cushion, chopsticks and mushrooms. it looks good. real good. the fabric did not take me as long as i thought and i feel a little dumb for dreading that pattern so much. then i started to paint the ocean. we will see how it looks when i get back to it...i might want to don a few more washes of watercolor...or put in some details with a blue pen maybe. i dont know.

today i woke up so early. but i have never been happier. i even took a test today and i am still happy.

god i love everything with you, even when you're not here i feel like you are. i imagined you behind me on the shuttle today as i stood holding tightly to the rail, my bookbag heavy and swaying slowly side to side. every time i lost my balance i pretended that it was you that place your hand to my hips and secured me to the shuttle floor again. dont worry the stranger didnt really touch me like that. when i fell back asleep i pretended that your face was next to mine still and that your body was silently filling your shirt-which now smells a bit like me and you and my car...so like the beach and us....i still like it, because i know that you would like it still.   every time i get a chill i imagine its from one of your soft kisses.

i miss you, but i love you more every time i get to talk to you. even if i dont know what to say sometimes because i have no idea what you are going through.

hey look at this danny.