I can't sleep. Dan and I got sushi in Harvard Square and I drank too much green tea. Fuck. I have to get up in 6 hours. It's too hot and he is hogging my bed. And he is snoring a little. I'm really glad he's here. I don't want to share what's going on right now, but I haven't been the happiest person lately and I'm making some major changes to fix that.
I'm putting the septum piercing on hold until spring. I get the sniffles in the winter, and it would just be a stupid idea to get it done in November. I've decided, however, that I want all of my tattoos to be in black and red ink. Pieces of art I would like on my body:
Jason Sho Green - Nobody Digs A Fat Hamster Posing As A Panda Who Wants To Be On Top
Kurt Halsey - Some Skin
Dan and I might be getting our matching tattoos over Xmas break-- if we can come up with the money and Dan decides on placement and I still like the double-arrows snakepit heart I came up with. (Obviously, I am replacing "snakepit" with his name.)
When it comes to dating, I'm the kind of person who likes to keep one foot in the door. I don't like boxing myself in. But it's been almost 6 months with Dan and I don't feel like running away. I've never been so sure of anything else in my life. My parents haven't slept in the same bed since I was 5 and I guess it's kind of turned me into a sucker for romance. *You can point and laugh and call me a sap now.
Wow, this was sort of a lame entry. And I need to learn how to park a car so I can get my damn license.