days two hundred and sixty nine and two hundred seventy

nope.

day two hundred and sixty eight

this is me and ryan. a couple weeks ago, his neighbor introduced me to some people as "this is phoebe. she's not dating my neighbor." seems that everyone around us is pretty interested in our relationship. here's what i have to say about that:
"ok, yes. i DO realize that what we are doing essentially fits the whole textbook definition of 'dating'. yes, i know we do a lot of things that are essentially 'couple' activities. yes, i am aware that we are pretty much 'in a relationship' with each other. but screw you. that doesn't mean i have to actually ADMIT it. if i admit it, then it's for real, and if it's for real then i'm gonna get nervous. because i really am pretty crazy about him. and i don't wanna be nervous. so shut up and stop asking me these questions."

day two hundred and forty nine through day two hundred and sixty seven

i got nothin. i am totally over this, but i keep trying.

day two hundred forty eight

from colorado:
a.)me and matthew moon. i love matthew moon.
b.)me and miss dawn. i love miss dawn.
c.)me and elvis at cindy's wedding. i love elvis.
d.)me in the pink cupcake dress. (pepsi stain removed by anastacia.) still priceless. ;)

day two hundred and forty seven

in denver. chris barber (a.k.a.: elvis)'s kid max (a.k.a.: maximum rock-n-roll) took this picture of me. max is 3. chris is awesome.

days two hundred and forty four through two hundred and forty six

i was lazy.

day two hundred and forty three

day two hundred and forty two

not much to say. long day but i feel like i did nothing. and i can't sleep. stupid coffee.

day two hundred and forty one

tonight i drove down to columbus with ryan to see Elephant Bones play. it was their second show,and maybe i'm biased, but i thought it was great. but then, i'm completely crazy about their songs. not to mention their drummer. wah wah.
it was really fun, though. and i'm trying to pretend i'm not completely terrified by how much i like him.