I think I've figured out two things which shouldn't count as two things, seeing as they go hand in hand, but whatever.
1. I spent spent 3 hours on Kazaa downloading Leary skits because it reminds me of Alex.
2. Alex listens to Dennis Leary a lot, and his voice inflection at times just makes me crack up because it's JUST like Alex. Leary influenced the boy.
I've been staying up late recently, like 5 am, sometimes 6 and just...talking on the computer. The past two days I've had conversations with Alex, I usually don't get to have conversations/talk to him often, so the first night was catching up, and the second night was just... random conversation like we've always had. You gotta believe me when I say I don't wanna come home. It's pretty plain and simple, though it confuses the fuck out of everyone.
"Why do you want to stay there?! You have money here, and a room, and a cat, and friends, and..."
Shut up. I may be living day to day allowence of 14 pesos, but I can save it up for a week and buy something special! Like for example tomorrow I'm hopping to get on the bus for the centro so I can buy a black skirt and black polo to go out in for New Years. I'm also hoping to find blood red lipstick. I will scare my classmates. ^_^*
I have a room here too. It's not Japanese, nor is it blood red, but I can sleep there.
The cat I have here is dumb. It drools on you, like literally spit just tumbles out of her mouth. Still a cat.
I got friends here too. I can't ever leave them....
Fantin is looking at coming to the USA for a year. He'd be living with me. Jesus, I can't WAIT to see if it'll work out. He said if he can, he'll come to prom with me for my senior year.
We were always friends before...well, not immediately after he found out I liked him. But suddenly he sat by me one day in class and now we're like, the wonder-team. He calls me and sees if I wanna go out and do stuff, and vise versa. He randomly stops at my house. But a few days ago I talked to him on the phone...and he said I love you....

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