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I don't think I'm ever getting married. Not just because I'm a lone ranger, or because I've already determined the type of man I want as a husband will never exist, but because I'm so crazy maternal that I don't need a husband to be happy. I'd be just as fine with four kids running around, being crazy, and knowing that I love them more than life itself. So what made me think this? Tony Harper... a guy that I wish I knew more about, but I respect all the same because he always makes me think. I like the way he points out the obvious truth, although I'm trying to cope with the fact that the odds aren't in my favor. Just like in Physics on Friday ... Also, at Macaroni Grill last night, he said something along the lines of me being maternal. I've heard it before but it never really struck a chord until now. Every guy that I've ever liked that I've had the guts to tell has turned me down because they put me in 'friend mode'. Why? Because I'm just so... well, you know how I am. Apparently I'm like a mom-away-from-home, and who wants to date their mom?

Moving right along, Macaroni Grill was awesome last night. Let me tell you, sixteen young adults all together at once, plus a wedding anniversary/celebration party, plus other hungry people in one (non-smoking) room always leads to good times, like Trogdor and fhqwghads. Italian food is so awesome, and Italian food with chicken and portobello mushrooms and spinach... ahhh deliciouso. I think I will take some foreign language classes when I get bored (in addition to Spanish). Anyway, so there's the sixteen of us (me, Wes, Sheryll, Todd, Tony, Whitney, DJ, Allison, Justin, Jenna, Supra, Sowmya, Greg, Dan, Steve and [girl] Jesse) chatting, haggling the wedding people (when a two people were trying to slip out unnoticed we singled them out... not on purpose though), wondering why we only had ONE waiter (duhh... at least two, even three would have been good!!), wondering if we only had one waiter why he had to be the jerky and forgetful waiter, talking about je ne sais pas and laughing all the time. It was good times, and would be fun to assemble crazy people together again.

You know, I was thinking about Love (my friend, not the emotion) this morning, and read the card he wrote for me on my birthday. For the past few days, I've been hoping that the people I care about understand just how much I care about them, just how crazy I'd be to do anything for them, and just how much they really do mean to me. I think that he understands and grasps it pretty well, but not many people understand just how deep my love for them really goes. I want everyone to know something: You are beautiful, in every single way. I really mean it.

I love you a lot.

you're peeking inside the head of biancasimone @ 12:40 PM