I hope I remember days like this. It was nice, and I'd be skipping about the place if had just a little bit more guts. I know her name now, and that's way exciting, especially cos of the way she looked at me, and laughed at the oldest joke I've got. It's about how I got my name - dad went to ireland on a pub crawl, and woke up in a ditch and the only thing he could remember was Keegan, and it seemed like a good name. It's not quite how it happened - he did hear it in a pub, but it's part of an Irish folk song, about a boy who fell in love, something bad happened and then he turned into a dolphin. It's nice, but it doesn't get a laugh.
Same with the kidney thing. I always tell people that I tell other people it was stolen, woke up in a bathtub full of ice like the urban legend... only I don't think I've told anyone that's how it went down.
but I'm wandering. It's such a high school crush, only now there's three whole weeks before I get a chance again. And only five more weeks of class after that to make a move beyond small talk and into the murky waters beyond. two months ago I wouldn't have thought this kind of feeling possible. and two months ahead it might not be possible.
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