Firstly,
Happy Birthday Sash!
I Heart You, in fake sign language, of course.
Other things that come to mind today...
Yesterday I came into my room after hanging out with Will in his, to find a lovely postcard sitting on my desk, along with some college brochure thing. It was an awesome photo of Woody Allen, who I admire so much.
Then I read the note, of course.
It brought me to tears right away.
Really.
Then I went to show Will and he read it and it didn't bring him to tears but he thought it was nice so then I went downstairs so my parents could read it, and it brought Mom to tears too. Kinda. But I was most tearful.
It was so beautiful.
I wish I knew how to respond with such eloquence and kindness.
Like I'll try to write back, but I'm sure it won't sound as beautiful or moving. I think I'll have trouble finding words to express myself? That sort of thing.
Anyway, there were tears. Happy tears. It really made me happy and emotional and stuff.
Will records a song a day. Preparing for the fall when he gets to cut a record. I forget the details but some time, some where, someone heard his music and loved it and told him to record a record at some studio, so now he's going to be making a CD. Cool stuff. But at the moment I'm really irritated with his constant singing. It sounds kinda bad from here in my room, but later when he layers it all together and adds the intstruments and all voice parts it sounds great.
Sixteen days till Summertime. Exciting, nerve-wracking, anxiety-causing (exams).
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