The phase you guys are in right now is the 'great' phase. It lasts a long time. Then comes the 'not so great' phase. Pretty soon, there are no phases left.

We cant be cute all the time.

How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?

There are no coincidences.

"Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I as drizzle and she was a hurricane."
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I have blisters produced from Satan on my toes. They are cute, and if you haven't seen them, you have missed out. I ate my first mexican popsicle, courtesy of Mina. It was the best thing I've ever had in my life. There are not enough hours in the day. French homework.

Sitting in my bed, eating a peanut butter bagel and wishing you were here to laugh at me. I like who we are, when we are around us.

I love having to look for your face in the hallway on the way to class, so I can feel good the rest of the day.

I didnt think I would love French class so much. When the bell rings at the end of the period I feel like crying. Im contemplating whether or not I should finish the end of Atonement tonight. Is it just me, or is that sex scene not sleazy or awkward at all?

Dear Weather,
Please give us all a break. I am tired of walking around with seventy pounds of books on my shoulder, and sweating balls because the temperature is two hundred degrees. I dont appreciate running into attractive people with a layer of nasty covering my body.
Sincerely, Un-Happy Camper

I love the Campbells!