I know I'm supposed to be doing homework right now, but this blog entry is urgent. And it's about. . .
Here's the thing about Shayler. She is a blessing. I just love her. She's real and she's honest and she loves. And she can relate to me. She falls how I fall. She understands what I understand, and she seems to feel for people the way I feel for people. Which causes that whole 'getting each other' thing. And I just think it's great. And I love her. And she is funny. And she sometimes jokes about being a nun. But then I remind her that nuns only kiss knuckles; and since she also likes to kiss like I kiss, I know that she could not live with only kissing knuckles. Girls like us kiss lips, not knuckles. And she often loses her keys. And sometimes I find them for her. And right now, she has a towel on her head. And she writes really good blogs that I love to read. And she hiccups and says "Pardon me" in the cutest voice. And she thinks I'm cute. And she can blow really good bubbles because she has a cute gap in her teeth. And she giggles with me and supports my decisions to skip class (only to a healthy extent). And mostly. I just love her.
And that has been my urgent message.