Sad

I feel like a pansy for being sad, but then I think about it and I feel foolish for thinking that being sad is a foolish thing to be. Of course I'm sad. And I'm not even a dumb little girl for being it.

In other news, the boat ride over here was GORGEOUS. The moon was huge and red-orange and since there was just dark water and dark sky it was hovering in a large dark abyss. Pretty cool stuff. A and I listened to our ipods and sat on the top deck looking at the stars and gently swaying. Except I don't think A was looking at the stars or swaying. But whatever. Almost how it went down.

EDITED FOR ACCURACY:
A was indeed looking at the stars!