Sunday, February 22, 2009

A Wishy Washy Wish

Last night, as I lay in bed about to pass out, I remember thinking "I really wish it would rain. Like, hard-core storm rain."

When I woke up today, the pavement on the road running past my building was shining with rain water, and there were puddles everywhere, rippling as more rain drops splashed into them.

It's been a lovely weekend. Dad came to see me on Friday night with some computer speakers, and we ended up getting dinner. I always forget how much I miss my parents until I see them. Finally, someone who understands (and most likely invented) all of my stupid jokes! Gogo Dad!

Then, yesterday, we went on a roadtrip! By "we," I mean my friends Sam, Amber, Mullica, and Zach. We hopped in Sam's tiny little car and drove the hour to Springfield, Mass. to go shopping at a crazy huge and awesome thrift shop there. Its called "Savers" and it was like a college student's shopping paradise: Jeans for four bucks, tacky cardigans and sweater vests, and the most awesome 90s clothing you forgot you used to own until you saw it in the vintage section of the shop...

We actually shopped for a few hours, which I rarely do. For $20, I got a dress, jeans, two tee shirts, a flannel overshirt, a toile cardigan, and a book. Wheee!

Afterwards, we made a stop at the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut combo express, which we all agreed is one of the world's best inventions. Yay nachos!

And then, last night, after that epic shopping trip, my mom came to visit! She brought me my meds and a donut, and then we went out to eat, too. All weekend, I've just been eating and then resting and then eating some more. Oh well. I'll walk the long way to all of my classes this week or something.

Right now, it's still raining. I love rainy Sunday afternoons. I have a psychology test to study for, but I'm very sleepy, and my room is so cozy! I may need a nap before tackling the psych book...

OH! And my sea monkeys hatched. I'm a champion sea monkey killer, apparently, but this time, my batch lived through the hatching process! I now have an adorable tank of teeny tiny little brine shrimp in my window. Yay!

Oof. OK. Off to nap...

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Happy? Oh word!

And, now we're back together.

I swear, I don't change boyfriends like I change my underwear. That would be terrible.

But dumping Romeo was a bad idea. It lasted all of a day, and then...lo and behold, we have another talk, and now he's all I think about.

Which is, in itself, a different problem. I should be focusing on school work. and I do. My grades are pretty awesome, as far as I know. But still. I don't like to have a guy on my mind all the time. It's distracting.

Oh well. I'm not terribly worried about it. I'm very happy, in fact. He's an angel. Minus the wings, halo, and dress.

So, now I'm going to go sit through more German class. And Frau is going to tell me I suck some more. I'm really looking forward to it.


Friday, February 6, 2009

Ef Em El

Today, I did something I didn't want to have to do. I broke up with my boyfriend.

We didn't have a long relationship, and I think it's better that way. He's one of the nicest, most caring and kind people I've ever met, but I just wasn't feeling a relationship in my life right now. I thought and thought and thought about it, and breaking up was the solution I finally came to, as hard as I tried not to.

I've been in great relationships as well as shitty ones. I've learned from all of them, and one thing I know is that when you are with someone, you think only of them. You want to be with them all of the time, and when you are with them, you don't even have to talk if you don't want to...or you can have amazing, in-depth convorsations. Either way is comfortable and warm and happy.

I wasn't feeling any of that.

It's so strange, though. I liked him even still! He was kind and honest and romantically cheesey. Our first kiss was in a snow bank, with the flakes falling all around us. The only thing missing was that spark...the butterflies, you know?

It hurts. Terribly, it does. I feel so bad for having done this to him. He's angry, and I know it. Disappointed and hurt. I knew the second I told him that he wouldn't take it well, and that I'll be lucky if he speaks to me again. It's too bad. I enjoy his jokes, the laughs we've shared and the stories we've created in this semester and a half. I don't want to lose that. I hope he understands.

I love him for the few weeks of knowledge and insight we shared, as is shared between any two people in a relationship. Thank you.