That lovin' feeling

Today was a bad day. Math totally sucked (earbleed :|), and my Creative Writing class, while exciting to attend, does not move me in the way Sir Andie does with his antics. GAH, I miss the AA HUMOR!!! I mean, everyone in CW is so totally into writing that the humor they buy is something we call "wit". Unfortunately, I'm not buying it. I don't care about "the stainless sorrow of emptiness" and other whatever things that string along with it. Sometime in the middle of those ninety minutes, I can hear my gutless soul screaming for Shai and Zarah and Melinda and Jen and the good old days when we'd just hang around and CHILL. And laugh for no goddamn reason at all.

I ate lunch with Justine today, and talked and talked and talked. Then we said goodbye. We bussed cheeks. Beso. I don't think I've done that with anyone in UP, not even with Milcah (I'm ready to bet it's because she doesn't think it's hygienic. :| But that's a topic for another day).

If UP had a vendo machine for hugs, I'd go straight up to it, select the AA kind and pour all my loose change into it.

Because for the past weeks, my quota for feel-good hugs has been nil.