talking

i talk with a ton of people, not many on a regular basis, but those who i do are interesting.
i've got Brooke, who talks about everything and nothing at the same time. Joe, who i can be surreal with and also be serious when i need to. i've got Billy, who, to be honest, i can't talk to! and then i've got random people who i just hang out with.
most importantly i've got Gareth, who i can talk to about any and everything and be as crazy/serious/sad/happy/fun/boring/weird/normal/me as i am. i love that about him.

what brought that on?? um...i was talking with Joe the other night on rather crazy things and felt random enough to write this. he wants me to get either a Medusa (a piercing in the middle of your upper lip) or a lip ring in my lower lip on the right side. i don't think either of those will be happening though - i'm not the type who does piercings anywhere but my ears........

we talked about a ton of stuff; this girl he seriously likes, him being hungry, his truck, piercings, shows at the Hill, his dad, my friends, and random food things.
it's weird because there are some things i can talk about with him that i don't talk about with many other people - e.g. piercings and relationships. he's allot more open to those then most people, a nice guy, and a good friend.

anyway - mom's scheduling stuff in and so i've got tons to do, on top of which dad wants me to go to work a seminar tomorrow. i shouldn't have said yes. i hardly talk to Gareth as it is and oi do i miss him. i told him the other day that he was making me wish i lived in Ireland and he thought i was kidding. i wasn't. provided that God was in favor of it, there's nothing i wouldn't do to be able to see him again. i really do need my Gar.
alright, Cilla; enough.