5:08 Friday Afternoon   Acrylics on Canvas I was in an all-girl's school, in what I thought was Britain (but was actually the middle of the US). I had one friend, she was cool. I don't remember her name, but we wreaked havoc together. She was crazier than me. I liked her. On the last day of term my parents came to pick me up, they flew in an aeroplane and they wrapped me into hugs and then they let me go. Then, he stepped out of an elevator. I ran into his arms and he circled his arms around my middle and picked me up. He twirled me around, just like a movie. And i kissed him, and I didn't even care that my parents were watching. It is the happiest I have ever been. ever. in my whole life, i think. Shame it was a dream. Shame the feeling of utmost happiness fades sooner if it's dream happiness and not real happiness. He sent me this song in an e-mail randomly one time, he said he hoped I liked it because he liked it a lot. I do like it. It makes me remember our holiday together to the marlborough sounds, the sexy nights (particularly that wednesday) and the calm mornings; finding snails on the beach, and rowing a boat pretending we were space pirates across the space ocean to foreign planets. It makes me imagine a future with him. The happiest future any two people could embark on together. ----------------- 11:22 p.m. I feel like i should throw up, i ate too much cake. eeech. and my goodness, i miss him so much. it's silly.