Homes for Butterflies

Last night was incredible.  The amount of fun I had was retarded and it’s left me feeling light and motivated today.  However, the reason why I’m here writing now isn’t to discuss what I did last night or anything.  Naw, this here is a revelation unfolding.  You see, last night Erik, Joe, and I went to Evanston, IL on a random chance and after dinner when we went to the most ballin-ass coffeeshop I’ve ever entered, my dear friend Joan (and super stud Ben) joined up with us.

Now, Joan and I kinda lost each other for a while there.  I got caught up in my life, she got caught up in hers, and the only real means of communication we had was AIM- and it’s hard to get me going on AIM.  But then last night I discovered that the Purple line starts at the Library stop right by my house… goes to Belmont then shoooots all the way up to Howard without any stops in between.  What does this mean?  It takes MAYBE 30 minutes to reach Northwestern’s campus and see Joan.  And after last night’s reunion and how much fun I had with Joan from start to finish has already made me decide I’m dedicating more of my time to that girl.

One of the things that made me want to be more a part of her life was the obvious adoration she has for me.  When we got to her room I opened up a photo album she had and I was in probably half of the pictures.  And of the two photos she displays in a little case, one is of a big group, the other is her and I.  Ben was in 1 picture… I was in like, 6 or 7.  Seeing this really touched me and reminded me of how much Joan really does love me.  And after Joe and Erik told me how cute they thought she was, I got to say, “Yeah, I realllly am not attracted to her, she’s too much of a sister to me.”  You hear that?  Too much of a sister to me…

I really have nothing more to say.  Just wanted to mention that I’ve missed one of my best friends dearly and I’m glad we’re working on getting back on track with each other.  :)