Diaryland was busy for a while; all I really wanted to do was make an "!!!!"-laden statement about how a Certain Guy is so nice and cute. And I would have drawn out all my vowels too. I am pretty sure he is just a wonderfully nice dude to everyone he meets, but he is just so aaahhhstopmebeforeiget
I keep daydreaming about playing in pink clouds; it's a silly but wonderful thought. I like this song too. Spanish and the Marx Brothers and Jonathan Richman and pinnnnk clouds.
I have to write two papers and see a Russian movie tonight okaybye