Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Remember When...

You know those moments when someone catches you off guard with a joke and you just laugh so hard you lose it? Well, a couple seconds ago was one of those moments...I was laying in bed half asleep and out of nowhere Nick cracks off a joke and I find myself on the floor (because logically I fell off the bed) laughing.

Then I remember back to one of the first times Nick and I hung out...

{screen fades to a black and white shot as if to signify going back in time...}

I remember this cold December day as if it were yesterday (having too much fun with this...), Nick had taken the bus through the dreary weather to come over and study for finals with me. It was an ideal Sunday afternoon to study--it was really too cold to be outside and with that came a sense of lazyness as I lounged around in my sweat pants. Anyways, Nick finally arrived after persuading him to make the journey via public transit through the cold to my house. I had a fire going (that I had going all afternoon to avoid turning on the heat of the house because of the ridiculous price of gas) and I was comfy in my sweats and these hilarious little slipper/socks (they were undecided...somewhat of a cross over). They were slippery as ever, especially on my hardwood floors. I had previously discovered that day that I could not dance and wear them at the same time because I bailed while singing and dancing (by myself) and sat on the hardwood in the spot that I fell for a good twenty minutes just laughing at myself. Anyways, so Nick knew about this and thought it was pathetic that I had fallen in them, so inevitably, I made him put on the hybrid socks. He ran and slid across the hardwood as if to say "See? No problem!", only as he came to a sliding stop, his left leg went one way and his right went the other...poor Nick.

This then brings me to my next thought...yet another memory of similar material...

Near the end of the second term, Nick, Unrau, David-Bob, Rowan and I were hanging out--bored with nothing to do. We decided to take my football (that was in desperate need of air) over to the park and throw it around. Due to the darkness that had already set in, we could barely see the ball flying through the air which made the game interesting to say the least. Let's just say the fun ended as David-Bob sent the football flying far and high into the air and as Nick ran forward to catch it the ball slipped through his hands and ... well...you get the idea.

Good times...

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