Premeditated Misconduct

Even when I'm silent, my throat is full of this: I am so in love that I want to lose my life...

myown_artist: I'm sorry I missed you and didn't get to say goodbye! Tom decided that things were pretty boring after EVERYONE bailed on us, and that he would get more sleep if we left tonight instead of waiting until morning.
I love you, sweetie, so much. I'm glad that I was able to see you and make you happy for a little while, and with any luck I'll be able to see you again soon.
I wish we would have gotten more of a chance to talk; our conversations are one of my favorite things about our relationship. I'll give you a call sometime when I'm not pulling my hair and freaking out because of homework [and you can tell me about Emily! :D].
*hugs*

ozen: Where the hell did you wander off to without saying anything, you freakin' cocktease!? (You and the gidgit mentioned below both left around the same time; something y'all wanna mention? *raises brow*) I didn't even get to say good-night to you either; or was I simply being too naughty for your taste?
*winks and smiles* I meant it, y'know. I feel comfortable with you, and I love you, too. I wouldn't tease like that... That was over-the-top even for me. I don't know if that even qualified as playing, and I don't mind if it doesn't.
I'll see you in a few weeks and then we can have lots o' fun running around the Cities.
^_^ *snuggle*

wolfe_guardian: You also ran off without saying much, and you are ALSO a cocktease. Just for the record. ^_^
(Geez, have Northlanders all forgotten the fine art of saying a simple "G'night" or "See ya"? *exasperated sigh*)
Man, oh man, you own my soul.
Yeah, I mean that, more or less.
And not just because I think you're pretty either, no.
Because you are funny, and smart, and cute, and charming, and a flirt, and an absolute enigma that could have me chasing shadows for hours. I'm a straight-forward, brutally honest person, and you simply aren't-- you amuse me; you baffle me; you make me really goddamn stupid.
*shrugs* So right now you own my soul.
I'm OK with this, but I did think you should know.

Right. It is 6 am, and I am going to go to bed!

I got ten minutes before the library closes, so here's an update:

1) I'm on Zoloft and feeling better
2) Wendy and Derrick got here alright and we are mostly moved into the new apt.
3) Derrick is, indeed, as Wendy said, a bit of a mooch, and is an excessively heterosexual stereotypical male redneck Jesus Crispie. Good God, what has Wendy invited into my house? Friendly though. Sometimes too much so. O.o!
4) I injured myself seven ways to Sunday moving furniture in on Saturday, including crushing my right-hand pinkie finger so badly I thought at first I broke it. Didn't break, but I must have done some nerve damage 'cause it's numb.
5) I am absolutely exhasted, and we still have some moving to do.
6) Annie, I am trying to get a hold of you. I'm going to keep trying, 'kay? I love you sweetie; take it easy.
7) It is COLD AS FUCK outside.

Right.
I gotta run.

Today was a great day, and it's really because of Annie. I knew I should probably go outside and enjoy the gorgeous sunny, warm weather, but I was pretty content sitting behind my computer and contemplating smut-writing until Annie came in and asked for a blanket to take outside and sunbathe naked on.

So I went outside too, and laid around for about an hour in the delicious, skin-crisping sunshine, eating incredibly tasty oatmeal raisin cookies with Annie and Marybeth. Then Annie got the idea to go wading/swimming (naked) in the ravine.

For those of you reading this who are not familiar with Northland College geography, let me enlighten you. The majority of the campus lies on the south-east side of a steep-edged, wooded ravine, at the bottom of which flows the Bay City Creek. It runs straight along one edge of the campus main, behind one Hall, one dormitory, and the town houses, and under two wooden bridges before executing a smooth curve around the far western edge of Northland, coiling behind another dorm and the soccer field.
Bay City Creek is a small little stream, narrow enough to jump over at its thinnest and so shallow in some sections that it doesn't really even flow in the heat of summer, but lies in deep, still, stagnant pools. White suckers swim up it every spring to spawn, and it hosts a variety of other smaller fish.

I always knew the creek was deep enough for swimming, especially now, after we've have a week of spring rain... but I never knew how deep. I've fallen in a few times, but I generally got out extremely quickly, not noting depth of the water.

Lemme tell you, it's deeper than I thought! After wandering far enough along the trail that we were more or less safe from prying eyes, we stripped and Annie waded in. It's very interesting...you step, step (water to your ankles), step and WHOOSH! you're up to your waist or further. The first hole we went in was deep enough that, treading water up to my neck, I didn't touch bottom.

We found a shallower, more still section and skinny-dipped for probably close to two hours, then got dressed, wandered over to the cafe and got some food, then I changed into warmer clothes and played lazy-man soccer for an hour and a half.

Hell, I even did my reading for class tonight. I feel pretty good. I did a lot more yesterday and today than I usually do, and I'm glad.

This entry took me a long time to write because Kris called as I began, and we talked for at least forty minutes about the state of affairs in this great nation. I think we're going to try to organize a "Shawshank" style letter-writing campaign. (Write a letter every week until you get a response; if the response is not what you wanted, begin writing two letters a week. Keep increasing number of letters until there is an appropriate response.) We figure if we inundate Congress, the Senate, the President, the media, etc, with letters, faxes, and emails almost constantly, they might actually listen to us.
Or we'll be abducted in the night and never be heard from again. *shrug*