day 17: BLOG NEGLECT/flavorite memory

Disneyland with Chris. The few days before and the day of that he asked me to be his guurl. And all the times with Chris that are the best. Lake Powell. Oregon for Orch tour. Africa. MGMT and Muse in concert too. And the week of graduation with all my frenz. This here stuff.

day 16: first kiss

9th grade, steamy May night, right after the most awesome party my palz threw for me cause I was moving (I ended up not). It was at Noah's. Me and the boy (boyfriend at the time, the very first) walked to the side of the building cause we knew it was going to happen. Then we both turned and it just happened. And we walked back. That's about it. Oh yes, it WAS completely entirely magical, but I don't feel like writing a lot.

Also I feel like a dumb idiot, there were two day 14's.

day 2: my first lurve.

Oh, heavens. I started out soon. (Let's not even go into how early I was kissin' them boys.) My first love was in Michigan, in first grade. This adorable boy named Tony Stefanski sat next to me on the first day of school and my heart throbbed. (Ew. That sounded kind of gross.) One time he injured his knee playing soccer at recess. I creepily watched from a distance as he was carried off the field. And then I started crying because I thought that he would die because he was hurt so bad. I was in love.

But no, I really wasn't. Just extremely smitten.
My first love, my first REAL love, is Crusby, of course.



No matter all the crushes and boyfriends I've had over my years, I've never felt like this. This incredible. And I could go on and on for eons so I'll quit now. I just love him. There isn't a word strong enough.


** CREEPIEST sidenote of all time. I just looked up Tony Stefanski on Facebook...and found him. Ahhhhhhhh.