I can be random at 5 am

She wrote me back. Our exchange has literally been:

Me: *hugs* Just because.

Her: ♥ 

Me: :)

And that is all that needs to be said. That, ladies and gentlemen, is girltalk in its purest form. I'm not even going to explain further.

In other news, prop and costumemaking is now entering the insanity stage. I'd love to do the last minute papers, but I absolutely do not have the time. Maybe in Lesna. Or if I magically finish stuff early. I'm just trying to keep up with everything. And It still need to go buy a jacket and the crystal ball for my hubby. That'd be M. We negotiated the marriage contract, so he might as well be my hubby. He also wrote me a four page letter from a war scenario he attended over the weekend, cause I told him, in jest,to write home. Freja was so happy to have Mikkel home in one piece.

Seriously, we're ridiculously attached. He even took the time, when we were talking about the marriage thing, to pick out a ring!

It had to be something girly, for Miss Amstel. He promised me white diamonds for the wedding band. But I can't complain about this one, it's bloody gorgeous.

Silly us.

I've been staying up late to listen to music with P. He has insanely good taste. I've added a lot of delicious stuff to my playlist. I can imagine spending time at his place must be like a cocoon of velvety goodness for your ears. We talked art, the other day. We are very different in taste, but so similar in how we perceive. I could be cultural with this person. I can't imagine being bored, sitting next to him for an hour, staring at the same picture, experiencing it fully, just cause it attracts us. Paintings have sounds, emotions, tastes and memories. Stories. And if we can dream with music, together, we can dream with art.

He brings out my inner poetic artist. I love it. I'm enjoying him.

I had a talk with a newer friend, recently. It made me happy, cause he said something I haven't heard anyone say in a long time. He said he usually doesn't open up to people, but he was openly talking to me about some very private things, and he couldn't quite figure out why I made him so comfortable. "You're just one of those people, aren't you?" (What people?) "The ones you can't help but like a little too much. Cause you're so calm and accepting it's impossible to not feel at ease with you."

I said I didn't know. That for a long time, I certainly haven't been. But maybe I'm getting there.

It's late, and I have to get up in less than 6 hours. Be nice to each other, peepers.