Re-reading...(2)

BTW, this is not going to be chronological.

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-mornings.html
I still think about this day and smile.  It really was an absolutely wonderful day.  The morning was the best though.


http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-had-month-to-live.html
Some things I have to add - I would also learn how to ice skate backwards, and I'd go to see the Kremlin (because the Kremlin really is fabulous), and I'd arrange to have one last, long talk with Christian, and I'd try to be nice to everyone except people who were just jerks (I'd probably beat their butts).  I'd arrange my own funeral, and write out my will (my sister gets my journals and books, Isaac gets King Arthur, Gerry gets my chemistry books, since he's so nuts for that stuff, all my candles go to Olivia, and I suppose I'll figure out the rest later).  I don't typically like the idea of burning, but I think I'd like to be cremated, and I'd want my ashes scattered all over the world.  Hopefully I have a lot of ashes.

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2012/01/crush-formula.html
Well, I wish there were an actual formula for this kind of thing, but still.  I am beginning to see that Ace and I wouldn't be good together.  I mean, obviously, I don't know that for sure - and he were to ask me out, I wouldn't say no - but I'm not really gonna stress it right now.  That was a great night though - so much dancing.  T'was wonderful. :-)

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-oh-you-talked-to-me-in-siren-song.html
Siren song... beautiful phrase.  Anyway, what I call siren song is probably not what you would call siren song.  To me, it's not a guy talking in a low, sexy voice about how beautiful I am.  It can be any non-remarkable voice, as long he's saying remarkable things.  Stories of the rest of the world.  Ideas that I've never heard.  And anything of mystery and danger.

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-and-i-also-got-free-coffee.html
My parents eventually did find out.  It actually wasn't that bad.  I haven't followed anyone that closely since.  And by the way, today I saw the girl who gave me the free coffee.  Lovely girl, very friendly.


http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/superwoman.html
Heh.  Must admit, this invincible feeling has been... dampened a little.  I am trying.  Really, truly.  But I'm getting so little sleep, and so much homework.  Every weekend, I vow to try harder the next week.  But I'm swamped and it's sucking out my motivation.  Well, since it's the weekend, I am now vowing to get everything right next week. :-)

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-me-make-this-plain.html
So.  I want to talk about Christian.  I can't really talk about him to anyone else.  It's kind of like he's my secret.  He's not a bad secret.  He's a fabulous guy.  But everyone would wonder why I'm talking to a guy who's engaged.  Anyway, I wish I could describe how he makes me feel.  Goodness knows I've tried often enough.  I haven't gotten anywhere with it.  But he makes me feel great.  Absolutely fabulous.  And sometimes he makes me feel like an idiot because I'm not doing exactly what I want.  And I can't believe I trusted him so fast.  Almost immediately.  He wouldn't laugh at anything I did.  Well, he might, because he's a laughing sort of guy, but he would also take it seriously.  There's so much to say about him, but if I keep it up, I'm going to sound ridiculous, so I'll quit it.

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-im-old-im-going-to-look-back-on.html
I haven't seen that guy since.  The guy who drew the chipmunk, I mean.  I doubt I'll forget him though.  He made my day.  And so did Finn, and so did my pastor.  And I changed the tire with Aaron3 (my favorite Aaron, btw) because we randomly found it flat on our way back from the DX.  We had so much fun doing that.  Also, I see him a lot now, because he took up swing dancing.  He's pretty great.  And the bouncy houses were fabulous.  I hope they do them again sometime.

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-it-goes-down-down-down.html
I'm going to ignore the second part of this post, and focus on the first, because I never really talked about it.  But Ace asked me on a Monday if I was busy, and if I wanted to go flying.  Needless to say, I managed to get free of the one appointment I had (it was flying, for goodness' sakes!) and we headed towards the airfield.  It was a little cold, but not so bad, and I was too excited to want a coat anyway, so I went in my short-sleeve button-up.  (Incidentally, I don't like coats when I'm happy.  It's like they weigh me down or something.)  That quick moment of weightlessness that you feel when the plane leaves the ground is... something else.  Like in an elevator when it first starts moving, only more pronounced.  And then, you see everything, and it's like you're looking at it through the wrong end of the telescope - extraordinarily clear, but so much smaller than you expect.  And then we went towards the mountains.  But my favorite part was near the end, when he let me fly the plane for a little bit.  Needless to say, I was only steering it, and everything else that had to be done, he did, but it was still amazing.  The landing was bumpy.  I love bumpy landings.  They're so much more fun than smooth ones, because you can feel the difference between what you've left behind and what you're going back to, instead of landing softly and quietly and realizing only later that oh, we're already back.  I much prefer the air.  And then Ace mentioned the saying that a lot of pilots go by: "If you're in one piece, it was a good landing.  If the plane is in one piece, it was a great landing."  Everything seemed very ordinary on the way back.  The one thing he said that was interesting was in answer to the question I asked much earlier, when the propeller had just started: "Does it ever get old?"  And he told me on the way back that, yes, you got used to it, but no, it never really got old.

http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/11/somebody-was-nice-today.html
That was the day I became friends with Christian.


http://movefastmakeitlast.blogspot.com/2011/12/re-reading.html
And here is the link to the last time I did this.