I ate shit tonight. That's really about it. Snowboarding was fun, but I'm paying for it tomorrow. My body is screaming fuck you, Kristen.

Helena got to meet my two favorite BBCCers. Night was fun, blah, blah, blah. But once we left, Hans' board got stolen, we got pulled over and lost in WI (we got away without a ticket though)...and finally got home at 2:30 AM.

I can't find the switch that shuts off my thinking. Because he will never know, ever, the degree to which he makes my heart ache (something that near falls off the scale). I just want this feeling to stop feeling so wrong.