The start of something?

In order to satisfy the masses:

The Ls have been incredible. Lived with L1 last year, and it's ab fab having her next door, even if we aren't sharing quarters. L2 is equally faboo, providing a constant source of amusement by taunting L1, and making nonsensical remarks. They are part of the reason why I have decided to start updating here again, and when they read my first couple of new entries, they were quite distraught at not having been mentioned. Well, here you are. I thoroughly enjoy being around you guys, and you're super for letting me hang around in your room all the time when the R gets to be too much.

The last few days have been so amazing it should be illegal in some states. The Boy cooked me dinner on Friday, and we watched Love, Actually (we did watch the movie, and resisted playing with the cat). To make a long story short, I spent the night. Please refrain from making slutmonger - type comments for my lack of will power; nothing happened. And by nothing, I mean everything. We stayed up until 6 a.m. talking and just holding eachother, then fell asleep that way. Unfortunately we were wrenched from our state of bliss by the alarm clock at 9; I had costume load - in for "Hair". Bugger all. I'll just say this: Going to load-in after getting only 2.3 hours of sleep the night before is not necessarily a bad thing, especially when one's reason for getting said amount of sleep is as good as mine. *grin*

Last night was just as amazing as the one before (with the slight downside of being insanely tired from the first night). Some of the things that I have learned in the last 15 hours:

I no longer own the title "Biggest Dork Ever".
Mini donuts can make anyone smile.
Laying awake next to someone who is asleep is just as pleasant as laying by them when they're up.
The way to a man's heart is through his taste in coffee.
The soundtrack to Amelié makes me happy.
The words "Luke Skywalker" and "pansy" are synonymous.
Apparently, when I get up after sleeping, my hair is just as pretty as it was when I was awake, and I don't have morning breath. I actually don't believe that one.
After returning form said night, I don't want to wash hair (despite its apparent un-tousled appearance) because it still smells like him.

The last two nights have been ridiculously amazing. Here's to hoping there are more of them.