This is largely due to the fact that a lot of illegally downloaded music and Chai tea lattes are much at my disposal. Also, I've been playing far too much piano- I'm actually sustaining bodily damage. I better get a damn good mark on my exam, I'm telling you. I don't know if it's because I'm simple and my brain does not work multi-functionally or what, but I find it very hard to write at all with music playing- my brain is trying to focus on lyrics and words simultaneously and the ending result is, I fear, imploding...So I therefore do apologize if any of these sentences/words make no sense whatsoever.
On Getting Lost in Bowness
Getting lost is alright when you fully admit and accept to the presence/reality of your lostness. Rachel and I discovered that when we accepted the verity of our situation (i.e. that we were on the opposite side of the city than where we were aiming to be) the city and our existences seemed quite content to let us be, wandering all the way up and down Bowness Road or what have you in peaceful companionship.
I enjoy peaceful companionship. Rachel is one of those people who are so genuine and wonderful and present that any time can be Rachel time. I mean this in the way that sometimes you are not in the mood to see some people- whether you are certain you will have nothing to talk about or your state of mind will surely conflict with a certain individual. But this is never the case with Rachel. It is much as comfortable to be chatting about life, the depth of it all, and all its wily turns and twists, as it is to be simply flitting in its' shallows with Rachel. Silence is never awkward, and there is no need to make clumsy and intelligible comments about the weather or the length of the bus ride, or the ineptitude of our planning skills. Everything is easy, and simple, and yet her responses and conversation are some of the best I've ever known. For that, I thank her.
Off to snuggle into the depths of my boyfriend's stolen clothing now.
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