"Where Are We To Go? Where Are We Ever To Go?"

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Ahahahahahhahahaaaaaaaaaa....

*dies of stress*

I miss Robert. He IMed me today. Apparently he cut his hair. Damn. He had such gorgeous hair. He looked like a Botticelli angel. I can't believe he cut it.

Only four months till I see him again. Only four months.

He danced with me, I remember. When I was sniffling in the back of the dance hall. He came over and told me the scarves I was wearing looked really pretty, and then he asked me to dance. And we did, for about an hour. And we talked the entire time. It was not a particularly romantic conversation, 'tually, but that made it all the nicer.

Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

...Okay, so that was utterly teenage babble.

Comments

[kinnosuikazura.livejournal.com]

*huggles!* NOT utterly teenage babble. It was sweet. And if babble (teenage or otherwise) doesn't have a place in one's lj then where in the world can it go? *blinks* And just to prove it didn't sound like a teeny!rant, how many teenagers even KNOW what a Botticelli angel is? hmmm? *grin and ruffles*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Sweet? *giggles* Thanks.

And just to prove it didn't sound like a teeny!rant, how many teenagers even KNOW what a Botticelli angel is? hmmm? *grin and ruffles*

*squees over ruffling* You mean there are people out there who don't know Botticelli?? *dies*