"...Do you mind if I make your last name 'Skywalker' in my phone?"

The only noise that echoed throughout the ancient chamber was the clicking of her heels, a lone march on the marble floor. Her skin was rough against the stone and the idle smoke of a dying cigarette created shapes in the air, cradling against the soft darkness. Red fingertips grazed harsh grey columns, moving hesitantly towards the center of the room. The piano looked lonesome so she sat at it, the mirrors that surrounded her reflecting images of a dark haired woman, willing to spin a tale of love so deep it could be considered madness. She played, her chords haunting. From the darkness emerged tall beings, their eyes large and iris' white. They circled her, broke into pairs and danced: a slow, intimate dance that only deepened the atmosphere, a swirling need for desire and love, of being wanted. She was their storyteller, their weaver of dreams, their salvation. They were her eager audience, her loyal disciples. They did what she wanted, they danced with her notes. The woman--for she was no longer a girl--did not know this but she knew of her influence. Perhaps not of its power, but she knew it existed. She could feel it flow through her fingers as she played, feel it cloud her mind with ecstasy and bliss. Her heart urged her to fall into that cloudy haze of need as her mind scolded her, told her to repel it. When she paused, when she faltered, the notes continued to ring heavenward, bouncing up the cold tower. The pairs stopped, straightening to gaze at her, their eerie eyes questioning. A man appeared from the rim of darkness, his hair black as his home and his skin pale as the marble floor. He navigated the dancers and knelt beside the woman, his sharp nose turned slightly down to her. The back of his hand fell across her cheek and he tilted his head, pursing his lips to say, "such a beautiful gift." He kissed her fingertips, "deserves a beautiful reward." 

Soooooo, I have no idea what THAT was but...I got the urge. 

Hey y'all. :)

So, I'm gonna pull a Greg/Kel and just quickly say how much everyones' blogs make me happy. Like...ice-cream-on-a-hawt-day-next-to-Liam-Neeson happy. Or secretly-married-to-Bono happy. Or New-York-Times-Best-Seller-List-FUCK-YEAH-happy. Or...well, you get the picture. :) So I thought I'd just say something--ya know, keep up with the trends. 

Last night was the first officially sketch night. Around 1:45 AM we heard of an 'after-party' at the townhouses. As a group (8 of us) we trekked up the hill to the townhouses, to number 68 to be precise. It was packed and people were outside, just chatting. Entering, we had to walk up a flight of stairs and when we reached the top, we all suddenly realized that there was a considerable absence of light. People were passed out everywhere and with our phones out and lit up to guide us, we fucking BOOKED IT OUTTA THERE. I was in the lead. I hadn't be for the party to begin with but a good friend of ours, who was in the group, knew the kid throwing it really well.

Well, after 10 seconds at the party I didn't care if he was the fucking Pope, I high-tailed it out with seven girls and one boy hot on my heels. We left. I guess that's what college is for: discovering your boundaries and testing out what you're comfortable with. And I DEFFO was NAWT comfy at that party. The one guy hanging with us was an incredibly, heart-crushing sweetie pie named Lucas. People call him Luke. I call him Skywalker. 

BTW, Chloe, I wore that leopard dress. ;) No one dresses up over here: always jeans and, like, a 'nice shirt'. Fuck that. I wore a dress, a longish, cardigan-like sweater over it and giant gold earrings. Bring it, East Coast. 

Other than that, the night was quiet. Went home and slept in a new nightie I bought. Very happy. Also I got half of Kellyn's birthday present: yeah, Tutti, you SHOULD be excited. <3

Tonight at 8 PM I'm heading to Townhouse 151 for a Rugby Info Session with my friends Ashley and Wisconsin (her name's Sara but she's from Wisconsin so...we all call her Wisconsin...). We're VERY excited and I reeeeeally wanna make the team. Good exercise, an amazing way to get involved and a total chance to kick ass! 

Well, other than that I've been reading Romeo & Juliet all day, writing papers and doing some stats homework. An all over quiet day. My friend Cait dubbed today "National Fairfield Student Hangover Day". Typical. 

I gotta go workout. Peace y'all. 

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

PS: Awesome. ;)