so . . . you know what i am even better at than being naive? being a giant, overreactor. yes, i am really, really good at that.

i had a dreamy weekend. a weekend with a boy who was so wonderful i ditched some college friends to hang out with him. a weekend that involved some beers and getting my ass kicked at trivial pursuit. he’s the type of boy who made me take cough medicine because i can’t kick this lame cold. the type of boy who makes me smile. the type of boy who gave me these warm, soft memories that i will carry inside and call one when i am lonely. he’s also the type of boy who lives far away from here. so, the adventure begins.