Oh

I've had this feeling before. And what happened? Nothing, which is a lot worse than at least knowing. Perhaps I'll just abandon it before my soul explodes. Or this time, make something happen. Not knowing is pure torture, especially when the opportunity to find out speeds through a puddle and disappears, leaving me soaking wet and standing by the road, thumb still outstretched. The smaller those taillights get, the more miniscule I become.

You're a nice person. You really are. People who seem unaware of their positive traits are attractive. I want to be aware of them for you. Because appreciating someone is an ecstatic feeling. Especially if it's mutual. 

I thought up a story that I may convert into a script. It's been a while since I've written one of those.

Can someone teach me how to fiddle? Fiddling is intense. And so impressive. 

Banjo would be a great thing to know, as well.

Tomorrow:

-San Clemente for study sesh

Know:

-fiddling

-banjo

-how i-VTEC works

-holga film

-you