Raspberries and Cheese Sticks

Interesting thought. My friend Matt and I were talking yesterday. Good guy that one. It's been a while since we've really had a good conversation and it was nice to catch up :)
He said something that really made me stop and think. Falling in love with someone just because they are there, familiar, and not necessarily because it is right. Hmmmm. Something I don't want to do, but at the same time, don't quite understand how that would work. Like, I can understand how that COULD happen, and how it would be wrong. But you can't really fall in love with someone who's not there. Haha, guess I'll need to think about this one some more.
Last night Chelle and I went to get ice cream. Yes. It was snowing, and we were eating ice cream. I love that girl. We are going to have so much fun if we do end up getting an apartment together sometime. She's decided we will have a steady supply of raspberries and cheese sticks. Which I'm totally good with. haha
Today is kind of a slacking of energy day. Not so good but at least it's Friday. And lunch is on the boss! Yay can't wait for that :D

Lazy Daze

Monday. It's an icy one, the dreamy weekend is over- and it really happened, I even have Phish Food ice cream to prove it. Haha, that and an incredibly sore body. I have no idea how it happened, but I am really terribly sore. Maybe from all the walking we did? Or when I fell asleep on his shoulder after ice fishing? (Mind you in this terrible odd position so that only my head was resting on him and no other part of my body) The fact that I got about four hours of sleep last night, doesn't really help all too much. But it was our last few moments before he went back home, and the weekend ended, leaving only memories and returning to everyday life. Where he has work, and is moving down to Mount Pleasant soon, and has a busy schedule. Where I have work, school, and life up here. Two different worlds that for all of three and a half days, meshed and created something else, something different, and to me, something better.
Funny how that works, to me. Really, life is just a plain and marvelously wonderful miracle. I was thinking and mentioned to my grandmother yesterday, how incredible it was, with all our human faults, how we somehow still manage to end up with happy stories, happily ever afters, and joy. The beauty of life and a loving God I suppose.