I have been nostalgic

 for the early days of friendship, newness, fresh love, and feelings of belonging. xo

dear baby

i accidentally posted on here instead of my blog because i was posting from my phone and i wasn't paying attention. i don't pay attention very well anymore. 

time regression

I feel like I'm going backwards. I see people with their young, growing families and I am 21 again, back in a place I can't remember.

I stopped posting because my secrets got too big for the blog. 

it's pathetic

I have noticed that my grammar has actually gotten worse (or would it be poorer) since being in grad school. Architect's don't write.

sneaky

Sometimes I go into the back end of this blog and read the "drafts". The confessions that all you have typed out and then decided not to post, but have been stored away by Blogger's autosave function.

dan confession

Dan used to have this weird habit of pretend typing the words of a conversation. His hands would be at his side and he would pretend type on his legs as he and someone talked.

When I asked if he would do it again and show me, he said "No, it was a terrible habit, and I am afraid if I start now I won't be able to stop."  hahahaha

online gamer

I got sucked into this war strategy game called Warflow. I chat with the other players. It's pretty bad.

nerd alert!!!!!

I was going through some old gmail emails just for fun, and i came across this one from 4 years ago:

"I do not know who to contact about this inquiry, but maybe you can direct me.  I have completed all levels of Marble Blast Gold; however, the Custom level has not unlocked.  Do you know why? "


So basically, I was obsessed with this game, and was upset that I couldn't get the secret level to work after I had beaten the entire game. So not only did I take enough time to beat the game, I became disgruntled when the secret level wouldn't unlock...and to top it off, I emailed support about it.



Here's a preview of Marble Blast Gold: 

oooooook....

SOOOOO.....

Forest and I were driving in the car the other weekend. I was just getting over a bizarre illness which left me with some undesired phlegm in my throat. For those of you who aren't versed in the intimate details of my life, you may be surprised to know that it's extremely difficult for me to "hawk a loogy". I gag. A lot. Except in this case, I was locked and loaded with tons of snot.

So we're in the car and I manage, without gagging, to get a loogy up in my throat. I roll down the window and proceed in my attempt to spit it out the window. I roll up the window. Sitting very still. I start laughing. Forest asks what's up. I reply, "That loogy didn't make it out the window". "Really? Where'd it go?" "......All over my face."

And it had. It was smeared from the corner of my mouth all the way up to my temple and into my hair.

I proceeded to wipe it away. It was pretty difficult because...well, it was gross snotty, gloppy spit.

I was so mortified. But fortunately Forest still likes me.

Sorry to gross you guys out!