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I am headed down to Chicago in the morning with Matt to visit some friends. Rachel and Adam have lovingly invited us for the weekend and for their bbq.
The best part is, no one there knows anyone I am friends with here. They are a separate people, my own people. How I met them and how I know them I will leave to your own imagination.
The best part of the weekend is that Rachel's sister, B, is a very good photographer. Not only is she taking pictures of everyone who will be down there, she is also going to take some solely of me, and then some of me with Matt. How awesome is it going to be to have some good pictures of the two of us? *sigh* It is a shame that the gym has yet to show its value.
Last night I was at the Rochester fireworks...working. I saw a lady with a cute little pregnant belly...well, she graduated in my class. I said hi and gave her a hug. And I am jealous, because she is married and happy and is having a baby. I cannot wait until I get to pop out some kids and create chaos and mad havoc on the population with my offspring. But I think I'd be a good mom. Or so I am told by some.
Matt is doing well at the dealership. Things have picked up and he's sold some cars. We went through a rough spot last week, but things are smoothed over now. We spend so much time worrying about the wrong things that we forget about us. We always talk about the future and what we are going to do, that we forget that we are in a relationship that needs to be tended to.
I don't understand how people get married after only being together a short while. On the seventh of July, we'll have been together for 4 years and we still don't have everything figured out to where it would be alright to start planning a wedding...if that day ever comes (he needs to get moving on it, if I do say so)... But I think our relationship is stronger for having to wait...and we are closer now than ever.
I spent a lot of time this week reading over my novel from November. I rewrote some passages, marking some inconsistencies. I am taking my laptop to San Francisco next week and hopefully I can finish the book. I don't care any more if its complete crap, I just want to finish it. Then edit it. Then send it off and try and find me an agent, or a publisher who wants to take a chance. I think the story is good, I think its different, but I don't know if I told it well enough. I guess the rejection letters will tell me soon enough...
I am tired now, off to bed.
Download "Hate Me" by Blue October. I like it. Almost too much.