December 2nd, 2006
|01:10 am - poop|
we walked two miles to the bus stop and when we got there I said I really hope the bus doesn't come..and we waited and I willed it not to come
and I could have stayed one more night, so my indian said you still have time to decide and even though we'd walked and it was muddy and hot and he had to carry this ridiculously huge yellow rain coat along with my bag
just in case it rained again..
he was really smily to think that i might stay the extra night
but we spotted the bus
and he asked what did i decide! and i still didn't know because it would be great to stay but terrible to fail your first semester of college
and i thought maybe papers were less important and i would have to be the only one to believe it, but i wasn't strong enough and he jumped out into the road and hailed the bus and he said
well you never told me what you decided, and now here's the bus
so i left
and i cried a lot out the window.
and while i was there with him, eating plantains and brushing my teeth a lot and getting diarrhea and cold feet on the cement floors
and kisses and kisses and a never-ending flow of kisses,
i was really wanting to go home sometimes.
but now i'm sad and i'll miss him a lot more than i thought.
Current Mood: tired
Aw, molly! You are so cute, I'm sorry you had to leave your indian. :(
When I come back you wanna bake stuff?
your coming over on friday and we're drinking our sorrows away
and ur crashing at my dorm
end of story