my dating anticks have held still over the last few days. refreshing.

i did end up going to tt's last night for donna's party. only stayed half an hour and didn't get to the back to say hello to josh. i'm sure it was terribly rude of me and i'm kicking myself for my complete lack of spine, but i figure if there's going to be a conversation or yucky moment of me trying my damnedest to let him down lightly, it should happen when he isn't working.

pi never called. he of course calls sharon, but they're friends, so why shouldn't he. i'm just the girl that pants his name in my sleep and writes bad poety about him:

the church i've constructed
makes propheses of us.
you, a divine idol
adorning every wall and verse.
i await your baptismal touch
in near virginal vestiments
having been so long since loved
i believe yours will redeem me.
like any good messiah
you remain unexplained to me
a mystery of bark eyes
and a voice like the second coming.
i await your sacrament
a communion mass for us,
to take your body and blood into mine,
my tongue stretched toward salvation.
my prayers more incantation,
the power of you compells me.

just incase you ever wondered just how bad the bad poety was. wonder no more.