Now I can Finally Practice Kissing on my Pillow

The incomparable Aron Taylor sent me that. He's such an oddball. I love him.

Last night I finally unpacked my room. It was hard to really feel like it was really my new place when I had to leap and hurdle over boxes and boxes and clothes everywhere. It wasn't a room, it was an obstacle course.

But my things are finding their way to their places and Devon gave me curtains so I can stop flashing the street every morning and I danced alone in my room while doing it.

I have to say sometimes it is a little weird that I don't share a room anymore. I generally go and sit with Devon in his room for a little while before crossing the long distance to my bedchamber. Summer camp had to end sometime, I suppose.

I woke up at 4:30, unable to sleep. I walk out to get a glass of water and lo-and-behold, there's Travis. His penis is away, thankfully. He is not on the couch, though. He's passed out on the floor. He looks like the chalk-outline guy is going to come for him soon. As far as oddballs go, he is Lord and Master.

I climb over him and take my water and go and sit in my window. Brooklyn's really quiet. At least my part. And I felt quiet, too. Which is good when you spend your life jumping head first into disaster like I do.