I talked to Chris atleast an hour and a half yesterday, and somewhere in the conversation he said I should draw him a picture that should be thin and long, I guess, like two index cards. Umm, whatever. I repeatedly informed him of my inability to draw, but he's daft. Eh. Life goes on. Maybe I'll strum my guitar with him in mind and beautiful lyrics will find their way out of my esophagus and into his ears. Doubtful, though.

I sang for him once. I don't remember how it came up, but we ended up at the gazebo on campus at The W, and I "performed" Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne. That was one of the first songs I learned on my own, and it was relatively simple to learn. It's funny to look back on that moment, because he was expecting me to make a fool out of myself, I guess. Luckily for me, I am musically inclined. Insert smug satisfaction here.

In conclusion, I'm going to sleep in my freshly laundered bed.

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