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So... life recently? Kick ass.
On August 5th I graduated to my conditional 3rd degree black belt. It was absolutely amazing. I went up on stage, did my 2.5 minute kata (the average length is 1 min) and then received my belt. It seems so simple, but the 6 months intense training, and even the 9 (almost 10) years getting me to this rank.. being there just filled me with emotion. I admit it, I cried. But it was a good cry. It was my last graduation at Empire State Karate, due to the fact that I'm graduating High School in a year and I'll be going away for college. It made me realize how much ESK really is a home to me. How long I've been doing this and how hard I've been working. Honestly, I think I'm going to miss that place the most. I grew up there - made my best friends there. Going to my conditional 3rd degree was such a big step and I'll never forget the moment I finished my kata and I was running down the hall to get changed, just smiling and laughing and feeling great because I did it. I did a great kata, I didn't fall on my ass, and I achieved a rank higher then I ever envisioned. The demo team went on after and I couldn't even concentrate on the demo. I did the moves out of memory and then we went back on for our new belts. Got new belts, took pictures, ran off the stage jumping on everyone who was there to support me. Scott and Joanna came which meant the world to me. I'm just so proud of myself and of Troy, who graduated with me after a 12 year absence. The fact that I had him to graduate with me was huge, he helped me through basics and boot camp. He calmed me down when I was freaking out before I went on stage. And his kata started the show with a bang. It was incredible. Everything about it was perfect. <3.
Then, on August 8th was me and Scott's 1 year anniversairy.
Before I started dating Scott, my longest relationship was 3 months. I never liked being with the same person. It got old and tiring and became a hassle to always put up with their crap and feel obligated to tell them everything about my life and myself. However, there had been someone who I would do anything for, tell everything to, and help out with anything I could for.
I met him 4 years ago at karate. His name - Scott Sigety. I first really met him at one of the last CANI awards when we were setting up outside. Me, him, Joanna, and Danny got locked out of the dojo and couldn't get back in. We ran around front and the door was locked, we ran around back and the door was locked. We all started pounding on the door and screaming until finally Jason let us back in. I remember all this because I remember "that really cute and funny guy" as I wrote in my diary back then. I was 12 at that time. Since that point, everytime I saw him at karate (in classes, inbetween classes, at basic trainings and boot camps) I would make it a point to talk to him.
We were casual friends and only became close 2 years later, when I entered 9th grade and he entered 12th. I was 14 then. At that point I realized that he went to Centereach! On the first day I had seen him by he busses and gotten so excited. No one else from ESK when to CHS so it was pretty awesome that I, a lowely freshman, knew not only an upperclassman, but a senior. A really cute senior. We ran into eachother all the time at school. Sometimes spontaneously, but a lot of the time planned by me by knowing where he was at some points in the day. I think Amanda is the one that can definitaly attest to that one, poor girl. I would drag her around with me to go and see him. Anyway, the main time we would talk was after 9th period, before I went to fencing practice. I remember just flirting with him and having some fun before I had to leave. If he had a bad day I was there for him. If I had a bad day he was there for me. For me, it was turning from a crush to love.
We began talking on the phone for hours at night. It was some of the most fun phone conversations I had ever had. We talked about nothing and everything all at the same time. One night I even joked about how I was the "biggest virgin ever" because I had never even been kissed and I was in 9th grade. He laughed and offered to be my first kiss. When I heard this I jumped at the opportunity. And the next day, February 4th, 2004, Scott drove me to work and kissed me. It was the most amazing feeling ever for me. That night, we were on the phone again. We were just talking like usual. Till Scott brought up the kiss. I admited, blushing, to liking it. He then told me how adorable I was and offered to drive me home from fencing the next day. After, he kissed me again which was so incredible.
Then for about a week we seemed to be together nonstop. Talking, always having fun, always being supportive. We even spent a night until 2 am reciting poetry to eachother. That night I blurted out that I loved him. Without even a pause from the other side, he told me that he loved me too. I could even hear the smile in his voice. It felt right and perfect. I was never happier before in my life. The boy of my dreams told me that he loved me. It was beautiful.
Unfortunately, this is where the story gets hard to tell. About a week after he told me that he loved me, we hung out. When we were out he turned to me very seriously and told me that he didn't think that we should date. He thought that I was too young and that that he didn't really feel up to a girlfriend. Even though it broke my heart, I accepted it at face value and understood as much as I could. I even told him that I still loved him. When I walked back inside my house I shut myself in my room and just cried. I cried till I had to go to karate and the entire demo team had never seen me in a worse state. Joanna was the only one who understood and she made things better for me. I love my Joannacakes.
So after that, me and him went back to just seeing eachother at school around. About a week later he began dating another girl and I didn't let it bother me and I didn't feel any ill feelings towards her. In fact, I really liked her. She was one of the only juniors who was nice to me and we shared the wonderful class.... cultural foods (dundundunn!). So yeah. I <3 Kelly!. So then I started trying to get over him. I don't like starting drama and there was no way in hell I was going to ever try anything to break them up or to cause anything in their relationship. I was happy for them , I just wanted to be happy for me. I dated some people, most only for a week, but never finding anyhting close to what I had with Scott. Eventually, he graduated high school and our phone calls got further apart until they'rd be months in between them.
He had gone upsate to college and I had stayed in Centereach and we just drifted. I don't blame anyone for this, but it was unfortunate. However, when I did get his phone calls, they always just brightened my day because even though I knew I couldn't be with him I got to talk to someone that I really cared about, and even beyond that, someone that I could confide in and make me feel so much better about everything in my life. I always felt that I still loved him, and kept that feeling dear to me. The only times it would flutter up and expose itself would be when I was talking to him.
One day he called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out. Directly prior to this I had found out that him and Kelly had broken up. When we hung out on August 1st, it was just like old times. We spent 4 hours just sitting and talking. We laughed and we cried. We confessed everything that had been going on while we hadn't been close and we just enjoyed eachothers presence. At the end, our eyes met and we kissed. It was like it had been the one and a half years prior when he kissed me the first time. It was then I realized how much I had missed the feeling of his lips on mine and that I still felt exactly the same way that I always had towards him. That I loved him.
That next week we were on the phone like we used to be. We hung out and it was awesome. We were having the best times together and I was back to feeling the best in the world. I could tell that he had feelings for me, and that became really apparant when on August 8th, 2005 he asked me out. I of course happily accepted and things became better then I imagined to be possible. I loved him and he loved me again. Everything was once again right with the world.
Since then, he moved to Farmingville and that's been rough. I still see him once or more per week and I talk to him every night on the phone. Throughout this year he's had to put up with a lot from me; stressing over my job, my friends, and school all while being pretty sucky in relationships and feeling like a horrible girlfriend. He always knew what to say or do in those situations though and he could always take me from irrational and hysterical, to calm and even joking. He has this magic touch with me to make everything wonderful in my life. To make me happy and lighthearted. His love is really all that I need and I'm the happiest girl in the world. Cheesy, yes. True, yes as well.
He's been through a great deal this past year too and I feel that I've been able to be there for him and make him feel better through the sucky times. Switching jobs, dealing with his hectic family, and more. I think that I've made him a happier person. Knowing that I make him happy, makes me happy. He's he whole world to me and I'd be nothing without him. I know that he's the love of my life and this year has flown by and felt like only an instant. I can't wait to spend more years with Scott. The man of my dreams and my one true love.
He even got me a really pretty ring and bracelet as well as a really cool wirey flower thing which is so awesome because he made it himself just for me and he sewed me a scroll holderthing which was so pretty and cute and I loveeee everything. Our anniversairy was beautiful and romantic and I couldn't be happier about who I've been with and everything thats gone on in the past year. Love is a beautiful thing <3.
On August 5th I graduated to my conditional 3rd degree black belt. It was absolutely amazing. I went up on stage, did my 2.5 minute kata (the average length is 1 min) and then received my belt. It seems so simple, but the 6 months intense training, and even the 9 (almost 10) years getting me to this rank.. being there just filled me with emotion. I admit it, I cried. But it was a good cry. It was my last graduation at Empire State Karate, due to the fact that I'm graduating High School in a year and I'll be going away for college. It made me realize how much ESK really is a home to me. How long I've been doing this and how hard I've been working. Honestly, I think I'm going to miss that place the most. I grew up there - made my best friends there. Going to my conditional 3rd degree was such a big step and I'll never forget the moment I finished my kata and I was running down the hall to get changed, just smiling and laughing and feeling great because I did it. I did a great kata, I didn't fall on my ass, and I achieved a rank higher then I ever envisioned. The demo team went on after and I couldn't even concentrate on the demo. I did the moves out of memory and then we went back on for our new belts. Got new belts, took pictures, ran off the stage jumping on everyone who was there to support me. Scott and Joanna came which meant the world to me. I'm just so proud of myself and of Troy, who graduated with me after a 12 year absence. The fact that I had him to graduate with me was huge, he helped me through basics and boot camp. He calmed me down when I was freaking out before I went on stage. And his kata started the show with a bang. It was incredible. Everything about it was perfect. <3.
Then, on August 8th was me and Scott's 1 year anniversairy.
Before I started dating Scott, my longest relationship was 3 months. I never liked being with the same person. It got old and tiring and became a hassle to always put up with their crap and feel obligated to tell them everything about my life and myself. However, there had been someone who I would do anything for, tell everything to, and help out with anything I could for.
I met him 4 years ago at karate. His name - Scott Sigety. I first really met him at one of the last CANI awards when we were setting up outside. Me, him, Joanna, and Danny got locked out of the dojo and couldn't get back in. We ran around front and the door was locked, we ran around back and the door was locked. We all started pounding on the door and screaming until finally Jason let us back in. I remember all this because I remember "that really cute and funny guy" as I wrote in my diary back then. I was 12 at that time. Since that point, everytime I saw him at karate (in classes, inbetween classes, at basic trainings and boot camps) I would make it a point to talk to him.
We were casual friends and only became close 2 years later, when I entered 9th grade and he entered 12th. I was 14 then. At that point I realized that he went to Centereach! On the first day I had seen him by he busses and gotten so excited. No one else from ESK when to CHS so it was pretty awesome that I, a lowely freshman, knew not only an upperclassman, but a senior. A really cute senior. We ran into eachother all the time at school. Sometimes spontaneously, but a lot of the time planned by me by knowing where he was at some points in the day. I think Amanda is the one that can definitaly attest to that one, poor girl. I would drag her around with me to go and see him. Anyway, the main time we would talk was after 9th period, before I went to fencing practice. I remember just flirting with him and having some fun before I had to leave. If he had a bad day I was there for him. If I had a bad day he was there for me. For me, it was turning from a crush to love.
We began talking on the phone for hours at night. It was some of the most fun phone conversations I had ever had. We talked about nothing and everything all at the same time. One night I even joked about how I was the "biggest virgin ever" because I had never even been kissed and I was in 9th grade. He laughed and offered to be my first kiss. When I heard this I jumped at the opportunity. And the next day, February 4th, 2004, Scott drove me to work and kissed me. It was the most amazing feeling ever for me. That night, we were on the phone again. We were just talking like usual. Till Scott brought up the kiss. I admited, blushing, to liking it. He then told me how adorable I was and offered to drive me home from fencing the next day. After, he kissed me again which was so incredible.
Then for about a week we seemed to be together nonstop. Talking, always having fun, always being supportive. We even spent a night until 2 am reciting poetry to eachother. That night I blurted out that I loved him. Without even a pause from the other side, he told me that he loved me too. I could even hear the smile in his voice. It felt right and perfect. I was never happier before in my life. The boy of my dreams told me that he loved me. It was beautiful.
Unfortunately, this is where the story gets hard to tell. About a week after he told me that he loved me, we hung out. When we were out he turned to me very seriously and told me that he didn't think that we should date. He thought that I was too young and that that he didn't really feel up to a girlfriend. Even though it broke my heart, I accepted it at face value and understood as much as I could. I even told him that I still loved him. When I walked back inside my house I shut myself in my room and just cried. I cried till I had to go to karate and the entire demo team had never seen me in a worse state. Joanna was the only one who understood and she made things better for me. I love my Joannacakes.
So after that, me and him went back to just seeing eachother at school around. About a week later he began dating another girl and I didn't let it bother me and I didn't feel any ill feelings towards her. In fact, I really liked her. She was one of the only juniors who was nice to me and we shared the wonderful class.... cultural foods (dundundunn!). So yeah. I <3 Kelly!. So then I started trying to get over him. I don't like starting drama and there was no way in hell I was going to ever try anything to break them up or to cause anything in their relationship. I was happy for them , I just wanted to be happy for me. I dated some people, most only for a week, but never finding anyhting close to what I had with Scott. Eventually, he graduated high school and our phone calls got further apart until they'rd be months in between them.
He had gone upsate to college and I had stayed in Centereach and we just drifted. I don't blame anyone for this, but it was unfortunate. However, when I did get his phone calls, they always just brightened my day because even though I knew I couldn't be with him I got to talk to someone that I really cared about, and even beyond that, someone that I could confide in and make me feel so much better about everything in my life. I always felt that I still loved him, and kept that feeling dear to me. The only times it would flutter up and expose itself would be when I was talking to him.
One day he called me up and asked if I wanted to hang out. Directly prior to this I had found out that him and Kelly had broken up. When we hung out on August 1st, it was just like old times. We spent 4 hours just sitting and talking. We laughed and we cried. We confessed everything that had been going on while we hadn't been close and we just enjoyed eachothers presence. At the end, our eyes met and we kissed. It was like it had been the one and a half years prior when he kissed me the first time. It was then I realized how much I had missed the feeling of his lips on mine and that I still felt exactly the same way that I always had towards him. That I loved him.
That next week we were on the phone like we used to be. We hung out and it was awesome. We were having the best times together and I was back to feeling the best in the world. I could tell that he had feelings for me, and that became really apparant when on August 8th, 2005 he asked me out. I of course happily accepted and things became better then I imagined to be possible. I loved him and he loved me again. Everything was once again right with the world.
Since then, he moved to Farmingville and that's been rough. I still see him once or more per week and I talk to him every night on the phone. Throughout this year he's had to put up with a lot from me; stressing over my job, my friends, and school all while being pretty sucky in relationships and feeling like a horrible girlfriend. He always knew what to say or do in those situations though and he could always take me from irrational and hysterical, to calm and even joking. He has this magic touch with me to make everything wonderful in my life. To make me happy and lighthearted. His love is really all that I need and I'm the happiest girl in the world. Cheesy, yes. True, yes as well.
He's been through a great deal this past year too and I feel that I've been able to be there for him and make him feel better through the sucky times. Switching jobs, dealing with his hectic family, and more. I think that I've made him a happier person. Knowing that I make him happy, makes me happy. He's he whole world to me and I'd be nothing without him. I know that he's the love of my life and this year has flown by and felt like only an instant. I can't wait to spend more years with Scott. The man of my dreams and my one true love.
He even got me a really pretty ring and bracelet as well as a really cool wirey flower thing which is so awesome because he made it himself just for me and he sewed me a scroll holderthing which was so pretty and cute and I loveeee everything. Our anniversairy was beautiful and romantic and I couldn't be happier about who I've been with and everything thats gone on in the past year. Love is a beautiful thing <3.