Three hours after I posted the blog the from last night, you randomly decided to talk to me. "I'm sure you'll random decide to come back into my life soon" Yep. Apparently it was sooner than I thought. The weird thing was that I wasn't in a good mood and you just started talking to me and this weird calm feeling started to settle in. I've always felt amazingly comfortable telling you pretty much anything. In no certain way and meaning nothing in particular, I do think about you every day. I don't want you out of my life no matter where either of us ends up.

I'm cold kinda... Which is weird for me cause I'm rarely ever cold. I don't mind it as much as I mind being too hot, so I guess I'm fine.

Speaking of being hot, I don't know what it is, if it's anything, or what it means, if anything, but the palms of my hands get hot when I'm worshipping or doing something in line with God. I kinda want to ask someone about it, but I don't know who.

I'm not sending myself to you... I'm not coming to visit so you can see if there's something between us. It's not going to be a good thing for you and it's not going to do me any good either.

You wouldn't be able to stop me from going to Australia even if it wasn't for a mission trip and wasn't "God's work" as you said. I could be going for a month long vacation and I'd still probably pick it over you.

Thinking back now, could you feel the same? You gotta let me know. I'm dying inside to know

I think it's funny I felt the need to quote that song and that particular line. When it played through, I felt it connect with something, but I don't know why or who and what situation.

Paralyzed by the same old antics. Back and forth like some walking spastic.

This song is pretty snazzy (: I've missed it.

You are THE person holding me back from just letting go and telling James that he's the everything. I don't know what it is about you. Maybe it's just me being all attatched and not letting it go? I don't know... There's just some strange pull towards you and one very random attraction. I also don't think you want to even figure it out or try, so that's the other part to this. That's why it screws me up so much when you leave and come back... Not that I don't want you to.

Man eater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love

Yepppppp. That's my lovely nickname. Man eater. Gotta love it, I guess?