105 Degrees today!

Just came back from camping at The Spot with Anthony. When I'm done I'll most likely go back to the post of us camping at the end of last summer, back when we were still "just friends" and had just met. So much has happened between that last camping trip and this one. So much along the lines of love, trust, commitment, everything! I can honestly say...I love him with all of my heart, would do anything for him and maintaining his happiness, health, and our relationship...and, and I can see myself honestly spending the rest of my life with him. He said something this morning, that absolutely made my heart jump. We were talking about weddings (since we recently went to one together) and I mentioned that at my wedding everyone will be required to dance, lest I KILL them! He laughed and turned to his brother and said "Well if Patricia and I ever get married either you learn to dance or you can't come to our wedding!"

Being the type of person I am, you know, viciously afraid of showing or saying anything that might betray hopeful thoughts or ideas of commitment, a statement like that really shocked me. We don't really discuss far future and whether or not we might still be together, so his mentioning a wedding dedicated to US...wow, I just hope I don't suddenly come down with a severe case of wanting to get married =p.

I finally got a reply for a pen pal, but for some reason I don't feel as much creativity to writing an interesting letter as when I first got the idea in my head. Of course I'm stoked and plan to write her this evening, but it might take me a while to brew what I believe to be the perfect letter.

*sigh. I just had the best 3 days possible. And I found out the best thing ever: showers involving 2

beautiful day

It's beautiful outside, perhaps the last nice day for another week, and yet I am inside...dinking around on my compuer, eating old cheeselog and crackers, deciding if I want to walk to Borders today or not. I took a shower on intention of going out but I'm not sure that'll be happening, yet. I've been home a shocking amount this week, mostly because my mum went to CA to visit her sister for a week and my dad refuses to cook for himself. So I stay home because he needs a good dinner. And to tell you the truth I've been reminded of what a good cook I am. Yesterday we had teriyaki chicken breast burgers. Day before that it was ribletts, green salad with feta oil & vinegar and garlic bread. Tonight it'll probably be bratwurst with onion/tomato/cucumber salad. Balanced, healty, fresh =). It's been nice, very relaxing, I cleaned the house and seem to do the dishes like 5 million times a day although it's only the two of us. Here's a little something I found, on a new livejournal I stumbled upon. I like her

• if i were a song, I would be... Tom Waits: out west; wumpscut: outside; the beatles: I want you; be your own pet: wildcat; lamb of god: again we rise; ladytron: last one standing; Fleetwood mac: dreams...I could go on!
• If I were a month, I would be... october.
• If I were a day of the week, I would be... sunday
• If I were a time of the day, I would be... dying dusk.
• If I were something from space, I would be... an asteroid field.
• If I were a direction, I would be... north.
• If I were a piece of furniture, I would be... a bookshelf.
• If I were a sport, I would be... fencing.
• If I were a pleasant activity, I would be... strolling.
• If I were a moment, I would be... bittersweet.
• If I were liquid, I would be... absinthe.
• If I were a precious stone, I would be... ruby.
• If I were a tree, I would be... redwood.
• If I were a flower, I would be... snap dragon.
• If I were a colour, I would be... green.
• If I were a feeling, I would be... inspiration, thoughful, spacey.
• If I were a spice, I would be... mrs. dash haha just kidding... bay leaf.
• If I were a book, I would be... thick, leather-bound, thesaurus.
• If I were a cartoon, I would be... meatwad from aqua teen hunger force.
• If I were a place, I would be... a tiny surf cabin on top of rolling hills of grain and grass, overlooking a misty ocean, with high cliffs, blue skies, giant fluffy clouds.
• If I were a gesture, I would be... metal horns \m/

august

I want pots of growing chives, mint, basil, and parsley in my kitchen window. I want pots of tomato and peppers outside on my patio. A little gargoyle will look over them. I want an open front room, almost no furniture, dying for dancing feet and blanket-wrapped bodies to nest. I want showers at 3 am and snacks at 4. I want a fridge full of yogurt, cheese, and deli sliced meats. My freezer will have bakeable pretzels. No high fructose corn syrup. My seasoning of choice will be seasoning salt, mrs. dash, and italian seasoning. There is no internet access and no cable. We will do crafts, try and make our own music, and watch the same movies over and over. And when we get bored, we will walk. And outside, all our favorite destinations will be within an easy distance. Bike to work and bike to school. Gas? Uneeded. Light-saving bulbs and frantic recycling rules. House warming, art night, dance night, daily naps. I'll have a bar of wine and GOOD beer. Fuck keystone after this. Forgive me, keystone, you're cheap. Photos of my own handiwork. Learn to knit and try to skateboard. I hope the library is near-by. Hot summer nights will be filled with the hum of fans. My baby, you're always welcome. My friends, you're always welcome. Too many tasks to let lonliness creep in; this is my life. I hope my roomate can stand heavy metal. Maybe even in the mornings.