I should probably go to sleep soon because I have FCAT Writing and a funeral tomorrow. But I’m not tired. This could be a problem. I have no motivation to go to sleep. Usually I’d turn the television on to a ridiculously boring channel, place the fan right in front of my fan (I like being as cold as a corpse when I sleep), but it isn’t working tonight. Asdfghjkl, well I’m fucked for tomorrow.
I had a pretty kickass dinner and an amazing shower. The water was perfectly hot. I freaked Mama out a bit because I decided to bring my iPod dock into the bathroom and selected the playlist that included Mumford & Sons, MGMT, and Phoenix and I wouldn’t stop singing MGMT as loudly as I could at her. She wasn’t too happy about that, speaking she was trying to talk to her boyfriend on the phone. But I still think it was hilarious how she was getting creeped out by it.
“You won’t be his first, his last, or his only. He’s loved before, he will love again, but if he loves you now, what else matters? He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry. He’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy who is perfect for you.”—Bob Marley (via live-pink)