the blueberry

I guess I'll try to progress to the next part of the story... (doodley doo, dooldley doo, doodley doo) *waves his hands like wayne and garth do*

Over the next couple of weeks, Stacey and I talked more than i have ever talked to anyone in such a period of time, i scheduled my sleep around her, the only thing that interrupted our conversations were having to go to work, and my face, cant really type if my head is in the way of the keys... since she was in australia, i always talked to her late night, at 2 am she got on and we talked until about 6 am. Before the sun rose each morning, I looked up at venus, cause you can see it at that time of day... and told her about how beautiful it was shinging up there all pretty and stuff, and how it resemblesd her someway. So I thought of her as my Morning Star. Corny and foolish, I know, but I couldn't help it, I was falling in love with her, and everything beautiful that i saw reminded me of her. After we talked each night, I went to bed and woke in the afternoon in time to go to work. I began to realise that the more time I spent telling her how much I wanted to be with her in Australia was nothing compared to the time that I wasn't even talking to her. My job become very difficult to do, with her always on my mind, I was always trying to think of places I could take her (or rather, she take me, no car) when she got to America. She had been making plans to come here, and when she met me, she said i was an added bonus, but soon it seemed like I was the only reason she would be coming here. When we couldn't talk, we wrote emails to eachother back and forth. One time she left her cell-phone number, as a joke, in one of the emails, but I didn't take it as a joke, I called her and she freaked out! We talked for four hours about anything and everything, I even sang for her, which is something I hate doing over the phone. She said she felt bad because I was probably ringing up my sister's phone bill ( I didnt't care on bit, she's a bitch) , so she decided to start calling me instead, she had a long-distance plan anyway, I didn't. So during her day, she messaged me from work (when i was off during the evening) and at night, we talked on the phone, so we were spending much more thatn 3 or 4 hours a day now, more like 10 hours. One day we were both off the whole day, she called me as soon as she got up, which was about 5 pm, which would be 8 am there,. We talked forever it seemed, and then she had to go, it was 10 pm, and when we got off the phone, I missed her so much! I just sat there for a couple of hours and then finally she called again at 12 and we talked until 6 again. This was the longest, and best telephone conversation i have ever had with anyone..