I improvised shakespeare today and now I'm picking up the habit of speaking in rhyme to mess with people.

ALMOST 10. Holy shit. I'll keep saying this every day, but holy fucking shit I'm gonna see you so soon. I'm gonna start showering really thoroughly, or something.... What I would have given to say "10 days" when I was in the middle of school last year. I think that phase is pas[sed/t] now: we'll never have to go that long again. Also, Adam really wants to go to Japan. Which is great, but I think I want some time alone in Japan with you, too. I definitely want it to be just you, me and your friends in NJ, and maybe he can leave Japan before we do? Oh well, we'll figure it out. I just treasure every moment alone, you know?

And honey, I'm just so in love with you... [there was a time when I said I'd never keep a blog]

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The rain pours like water from a hose, visible only through the streetside lamps, bathing the cobblestone streets in gold. There is an ancient city underground here. It's one of the many things nobody's quite figured out about this town, but it seems like everyone pounces around, pretending nothing's strange. Maybe that's why people can drink whole pints of beer here; it helps them forget to wonder. Tonight, I'm letting my mind wander as the streetlamps tell me a story of love and longing and drama mills, and of boys pressed up against window sills.