I told my mom about the party the sweet guy (Jhonny, from my friend Matt's barbecue) invited me to on May 2nd, and she was cool about it. Also, I didn't tell her I'm planning to spend the night with Patrick. I'll tell her that later. The party starts at 8 and ends at 11 and it's in the same town he lives in, so yeah. Patrick is so cute, I can tell he's a good guy because he is legitimately concerned about getting me in trouble with my mom, which is awesome. no one's ever cared about that before. Just shows he has respect for others, which I love about him.

She's less parent-y now and a lot more roommate-y. We had a conversation about her not knowing where we are and stuff, and how that's not safe because anything could happen. So now, as long as we tell her ahead of time where we'll be and then text her if anything changes, it's all good. I get it now. Safety and junk. It's a good practice, when I go to Monterey, I'll try to do the same with my roommate(s). Just because many females (and some males) are raped on college campuses, it's nice to know who's where and with whom.

Anyway, I'm excited to spend the night with Patrick. When I was at his place last time (the first time), I didn't want to leave. I had to tear myself away from him, and it really sucked. All I wanted was to stay there with him forever. Dance with him, stroke his chest hair, kiss him and look into his eyes. In those moments I was more relaxed than I'd ever been. It was even better than sleeping! His overall presence is like a warm sleeping bag while it's cold outside. I've never felt anything like that.

Well I'd hate to leave now but I have a lot studying and reading to do for next week.