Numbers 67, 8, 33, 62, 90, and 92 - aka, I was a busy girl in San Fran.

well, it's been a little over two weeks, and I've accomplished the following:

67 - part one of ten. I visited (and am currently blogging from) San Francisco!

it's been such an amazing, surreal trip... I met amazing, funny, witty people, saw Alcatraz, saw the bridge, and met a boy I will never forget - the second boy I have ever been with in my life. my first one-night stand, which turned into a three-day affair, which then left me here, alone in bed and aching just a little bit. he has the most amazing freckles... and these blue eyes... and I fell for him. in three days, I fell for him. and then he stopped showing any interest in interacting with me, and tomorrow I'm flying home, and it all ends.

such is life, right?

I should never, ever have one night stands, ever again in my life. I get attached. I get emotional. sigh.

8 - is a work in progress. this trip, this boy, helped - significantly. I no longer believe there will be a day, a moment, when everything changes and I no longer miss him, or feel for him, or love him. but I think I'm getting to that point where I don't ache to be with him anymore. I want something more, something different.

I want those freckles in my life, if we're going to be honest. but that's okay. we don't always get what we want - just what we need. and I needed this boy in my life, even if just for a few nights. I needed to meet him. I needed to be held. I still need to be held, but... again. we get what we get.

33 - I read a new book for April (Twilight), and two new books for May so far - New Moon, and Eat, Pray, Love. I'm far more willing to pronounce the latter. I also started French Women Don't Get Fat, and would love to finish that at some point in the near future... like, when I camp out in Chapters because I can't bear to be alone in my bed. right.

62 - I prayed in the Church of St. Peter and Paul in San Fran, but... I'm not counting it, cos I never heard of it before getting here.

90 - part one of 101 happened before I left. I complimented a woman on her hair complimenting her skin tone beautifully.

92 - doesn't really count, either. I mean... I don't know. a kiss that never progresses past a kiss, that is spontaneous and strange and takes place with someone whom I know nothing about. I know stuff about Andy. more than I want to. like the way he brushes my hair out of my eyes, and how much he loves his mom, and how he got the scar on his back...

... yeah. he's really all that's on my mind. damn it all to hell. damn it all.

one day, I will stop wanting people who don't want me. it hurts so, so much.