a small town boy meets a big city girl.

I feel like I need to document my adventures in Wonderland Carlsbad, but I had no adventures. I sat by the pool reading The Scarlet Letter (boring book - I have to read it for AP English homework) and drinking raspberry smoothies. I texted my boyfriend a lot. I hung out with my friends Lindsay and Mat (yes, the same ones I hung out with on the cruise - we do a lot together). We saw Dinner For Schmucks - hilarious movie.

And that summer, she thought it was nothing. But she was leaving good lovin'.

I write a ton on my tumblr nowadays. Well, it's like a sentence a post about my anxiety or randomness or feelings. Nothing like what I write on here. This is like my life's story, and that's just the daily blah report.

My friend Kiely says you're only supposed to feel the *spark* during the little things. Like when we were sitting in the park and he grabbed my chin and kissed me. And like when he held my hand under the table during lunch. And when he hugged me and kissed my hair and wouldn't let go.

I'm caught between my "I don't believe in love" usualness and the fact that the small things my boyfriend does gives me butterflies.