63 : dedicated

My friends amuse me in so many ways.  There are times where I feel compelled to whack some of them over the head because they continually do things that they really don't need to do.  And, you know, I'll attempt to reciprocate if I can because making them happy makes me happy like crazy.  If there's anything I learned in these past months, your friends can really do no wrong (well, they can, but it really all depends), and I am appreciating every single one I have even if I barely see them 75% of the time.

So where was I?  Right.  It makes me feel a little rotten when others do something for me.  Under normal circumstances, it's a good thing.  It's like, 'Aw, that's so selfless of you!'  But then I feel like I want to do something better for them, but I get frustrated because I can't think of anything completely moving other than the usual things I do.  Golly whiz, what kind of friend am I?  Blah.  For someone who adores the arts, I am pretty much a failure at creativity.  What is this madness?

That said, little things!  I love you guys so, so, so much even though you think I'm spaz-tacular.

HAHA, THIS POST IS SO CHEESE-TASTIC.  BUT YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT, OKAY.

In other less ecstatic news, because something always has to go wrong (hello, I am a bad luck attraction), my heart wouldn't stop beating erratically this morning.  And I am occasionally fond of the good kind, but this was not a good one.  I'm going to assume it has something to do with the excessive over-the-counters.  My sleep cycle is also way off ever since DST.

Today has been decent, otherwise.  I am in utter adoration for the young Frenchman who comes in here, who is lanky but so adorable in a Bohemian-esque way.  He's so friendly that he smiles all the time, and I just grin back like a cheeseball.  Unfortunately for me, he's got this pretty girlfriend who is equally friendly and all smiles.  If I wasn't stunned to admiration, I'd attempt to converse with them in French instead of eavesdropping.