I feel like writing, but I don't have anything to say. Correction. I feel like typing (but I don't have anything to say). I really like my new keyboard. I'm even writing emails to people that I haven't written to in months. Maybe I should get a new keyboard more often ;)
Jessica sent me this awhile ago. I love this:
REMEMBER RIGHT NOW:
somebody is very proud of you.
somebody is thinking of you.
somebody is caring about you.
somebody misses you.
somebody wants to talk to you.
somebody wants to be with you.
somebody hopes you are not in trouble.
somebody is thankful for the support you have
somebody wants to hold your hand.
somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
somebody wants you to be happy.
somebody want you to find him/her.
somebody wants to give you a gift.
somebody wants to hug you.
somebody thinks you ARE a gift.
somebody admires your strength.
somebody wants to protect you.
somebody can't wait to see you.
somebody loves you for who you are.
somebody treasures your spirit.
somebody is glad that you are their friend.
somebody want to get to know you better.
somebody wants to be near you.
somebody wants you to know they are there for you.
somebody would do anything for you.
somebody want to share their dreams with you.
somebody is alive because of you.
somebody needs your support.
somebody will cry when they read this.
somebody needs you to have faith in them.
somebody trusts you.
somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.
I just think it's really nice.
I went through a whole bunch of letters that I had written in 1997, my senior year of high school, on my computer. I always keep letters that I write on my computer. It's like a diary, especially since I didn't have a diary in 1997, and rereading through those letters that I sent people, brought back so many memories. I remembered all the reasons why I liked certain guys, what made me so mad at my friends, why I got so stressed out during exams. When I liked a guy (which was 95% of the time), I'd tell my penpals (well, the ones that I was really close to) about our conversations we had, and I'd write, word for word, some of the things he (whoever he happened to be for the month) said. And what's funny, is that I can remember exactly how he said what he did, and exactly how I said the things I said...Why can't I ever remember things for exams like I can remmeber whole conversations, 2 years later?
But anyway. I guess I just miss, in particular, Tim and David, so much. But I won't go into it, because I don't think anyone will really care.
I'm watching "How to make an American Quilt". It's not as good as I thought it would be.