He makes me want to write poetry. He makes me want to listen to music; he makes me want to dance. He makes me want to draw. He makes me want to be crazy and not even care what other people think. He makes me want to be myself.

I feel like a fish out of water when I listen on my ipod to the techno music he gave me as I walk through my house, past my mom and dad. I'm living in two worlds at the same time - the tiny middle sliver of the Venn diagram. My headphones sing hope, love, and California, while my eyes see only the past, the fear, and the Midwest of the last eighteen years.

I need to get out before I'm ripped in two. I leave for college in six days, but I'll be spending another four with my parents sight-seeing and going back-to-school shopping in my new town. I expect those four days will be difficult; I hope those four days will be tolerable, if I just remember where I am; I know those four days will be long, long, long.

Aw jeez, I'm ready to finally just see him. I hope I manage to strike a good balance between bf time, roommate time, and new friend time during welcome week. Time to roll up my social butterfly sleeves.