acoustic balloons

My friend, whom I happen to live with, celebrated her birthday on the 1st of this month. Upon walking in from class, the realization that we had never disposed of the parties damages hit me, and I began to panic... You see, I was watching the boys today. There mother, who was high on cold medicine, had called, promising that she was indeed high on COLD medicine, and not wasted on alcohol, to tell me that she was running late. Praise Jesus. In a panic, I cleaned the entire apartment, called and was very rude to my roommate (who was the one the threw the party), because she left table cloths, tin cans, and an entire sink full of dishes as her parting gift. You see, she moved home for a month, so it is impossible for her to run home and finish her chores when she is 16 hours away.

*knock, knock, knock*
I open the door to a wasted Kristen (cold medicine, remember), and she doesn't even notice that I'm completely out of breath and about to pass out. She informs me that she has pneumonia in her right lung, and then proceeds to take the boys coats off. She leaves in a rush after giving me my pay, and then the boys decide to terrorize the now spotless apartment with baby drool and transformers.

It took about five minutes for me to completely pass out after they left. I was gone for 5 hours.

When I awoke, I talked to a dear friend. He lives far away, so the time zones make things hard, but we're working it out. I'm considering saving up 2500 dollars to bring him home. He wants America so badly...
We talked about music. He sings. He plays guitar.

He says things like "Did you like that?" and then "Of course you liked that. I'm a boy with a guitar.
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I tell him that he's right.

He doesn't realize that anything acoustic can make my life feel perfect.

We talked about Iron and Wine, and I made him jealous by announcing that I am going to see their show in April.

He went to dinner with a girl tonight. He told me, "Some girl just called to see if I want to go to dinner.
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I asked if it was a date. He made it seem like a date. But it wasn't.

He told me that he could probably like her if he let himself.

Letting yourself like someone is a funny theory, I told him.

When you like someone, you don't "let yourself" like them. The mere thought of them should drive you crazy. One glance in their direction should be enough to have you caught up in a swirl of emotions almost instantaneously. You don't have to let yourself like someone. That's not liking them at all.

And now, as I'm sitting here typing out this entry, the scraping of the birthday balloon is serenading me, along with the sliding of my fingertips over these keys. It would make a lovely song, if you added some acoustic guitar and a nice singing voice...
I should probably get some rest. It's two in the morning, and tomorrow is a repeat of today. Oh, give me grace.