#03.12.13

Querido amigo,

não fui pra escola, eu realmente não estava afim, então desliguei o despertador e voltei a dormir. Acordei as duas e pouco, almocei e fiquei mexendo no iPad, depois assisti O Diabo Veste Prada e fiquei conversando com o Bruno Monteiro e o meu irmão. Fomos pro inglês, e eu cheguei depois das sete e fui pra sala. O Matheus não apareceu hoje, nem a turma dele, só outras pessoas que entraram agora. Vim pra casa, usei um pouco o iPad, e fiquei vendo meus guys na twitcam de aniversário, até dez horas. E vim usar o computador, agora estou escrevendo pra ti. Amanhã irei pra escola, e ao que tudo indica a Nami vai amanhã. E vai ter o boliche.

03.12.13

Soo, look at this beautiful homemade cinnamon roll and gourmet hot chocolate. And thanks to the courtesy of Miss Gloria Yehilevsky inviting us into her humble abode, plus her acts of labor, resulted in a very nice morning ^w^

Zach drove me to her house and we watched her make the cinnimon rolls and the concept is basically if it has that much butter in it, it's good. And more butter is never a bad thing XD Paula Deen status right there.

Lizzie joined us a wee bit later and we all dined and I think I'm gonna have a heart attack LOLOLOL. But really, it was delicious >:D

Mmm this picture is typical Alyssa Quy: delicious food atop of unfinished homework.

So yeah honestly, like I said...all these late post I don't remember my day in detail. All I know is it was a 2-4-6 Lab Day and can we have more weeks like this I really love having free mornings and then just three hours of class. It's really great XD

It'd be nice to wake up to a husky good morning from the one that I love. It would be wonderful to be able to share grievances and celebrations with someone who understands. I would imagine that it would feel amazing to peruse the streets with fingers interlocked and to be able to showcase love, re-educate the public, society. They won't need to see us all up on eachother, pressed against eachother in dark corners, they will see it in our eyes, the way that we treat eachother, little things like opening doors for eachother, the way that we look at the other, and the way we get flushed and the corners of our mouths upturn. They will see it in the way we steal glances while the other isn't looking, the way we address eachother. It'd be nice to share a sense of knowing, without having to proclaim it verbally. Our lips, in all their glorious curvature would speak for themselves without letting any words slip between their gates. 

It would be nice.