Chicago and I are meant to be! It was a semi-dramatic, emotionally draining experience. But it was also just very simple. I finally met the girls that I will be moving in with. They've helped me determine that any interview that I may have for a new roommate (for the rest of my life) will consist of beer drinking, Heathers watching, and chain smoking while talking mad shit about the constantly draining world that we live in. It's mildly pessimistic, but majorly needed to vent with such passion. A "getting to know you" gone fantastic.
I am now at Blaine's house, reading old live journal posts. There are so many times that I cannot remember. I must have purposely blocked out most things. I've talked about everything from the shitty bands that I used to love to all of the fucking boys that I've liked. Hey there, Scottish Dude, I hope that you realize that our old conversations and livejournal comments were fucking RIDICULOUS. I shall share those embarassing times with you in person some night.
Blaine and I had a very heart felt moment that ended with, "When I'm with them, I am Miley Cyrus. But when I am with you, I am Hannah Montana!". He is genuinely someone that I will think about while I walk those streets of Chicago with my headphones on. I told him that he has made this year the most fun that my life has been in a few years. I enjoy not being pretentious with him. I enjoy wanting to enjoy fun.
As we tangled ourselves in blankets, we sipped our smoothies and really opened up about a past life we've not talked about yet. The birds were chirping at 7 in the morning, at the tiny little lake we've both known for good and bad times. I think we could both agree that we've created a different perspective on this subtle place.
Three fucking weeks.
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