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So um yeah, shit is wonderful in texas.
We've just been sort of hanging out lately.
So I got here on the 13th, if you didn't know, and...well, if you were able to turn the concept of heaven into a situation, this would have been it. I found out from the kind of creepy snack bar man that my train arrived in dallas at 1 pm, whereas I was scheduled to get off in Fort Worth at 3. Fuck that, was my first thought. I called up the boy, and of course he agreed to come get me early. This meant everything wouldnt be moved in (and it still isnt) but who the hell cares? LONGEST TWO HOURS EVER then proceeded to pass and I did nothing but look out the window. It was so cliche and so wonderful, when I finally arrived. We were on the phone until the very last minute, which required me to stand in the lounge car like a fool with my phone plugged in, because the battery ran out...I kept telling him what buildings were around me, and we thought he was in the wrong place...I got off the train and was like "omg where is he?" and we were still on the phone and hes like "there you are!" and we hung up and hugged for what seemed like an eternity and it makes me happy just thinking about it. We finally got in the car and cuddled some more, and there was a box on the seat from things remembered. Apparently it was for me. It was one of these but with a clock instead of a mirror. On the outside it said on one side "Our Time Begins" and on the other, "Love max 12-13-05" and it had our apartment and mailbox keys on them. OH GOD! I think I cried a little, I cant remember. Apparently it was all his doing, which makes it that much sweeter. After we ran to his house for something, and to meet his dad (and his sister incidentally), he took me to lunch at this cute little french cafe La Madeline, where he proceeded to severely mispronounce "Beef bourguignon" (and actually said "Burbenog" and I giggled, and refused to come to his aid. We ate and it was sweet and wonderful and perfect and everything. Went home, unpacked some, made the bed with my fantastically loud sheets, made out ALOT, and eventually fell asleep. That day happened to also be his birthday. Hello fate.
My birthday was nice. I was homesick and depressed, but his family made things better. We (And by we I mean he) woke up a little late, and he took me to brunch at his parents country club. It was yummy and he spilled things on his shirt and we giggled at some kid and it was wonderful like everything else. Went to his parents house where I got presents, and they had an ice cream cake, and his sister tried to light the wrong end of the candle (That girl is JUST like me) and we had fun and went home and made out alot, and eventually fell asleep.
Christmas was lovely. We woke up and went over his parents house, we'd opened our presents the night before, so we were just there to chill. Ate a thanksgiving-christmas lunch/dinner, then to be perfectly honest, I cannot remember what we did after that, because we left early. I think we went home and napped because max fell asleep on me on the couch. I'm sure we made out, and eventualy went to bed.
New years was fun, we went over his friend grahams house where everyone was smoking pot and it was just too much so we left. Went to his parents house and felt very very young, drank bad champagne, hugged people, got movies and went the fuck home. (Home is a far grander thing to me now than it was before) Came home watched the beginning of History of the World part I, made out alot, and went to sleep.
Its been amazingly perfect, few rough patches, alot of me being homesick, but its still all good. It's as natural as natural can be. Our first time grocery shopping was just fun, eating together, sleeping together, the way we've fallen into the routine of giving each other warm towels from the dryer when one of us gets out of the shower, just everything about this feels like we've been together for years. I was talking to someone that IMed him, obviously a friend, and reailzed (not because I was talking to that person) that looking at other guys, like his friends and people I know...everyone else just seems annoying to me. Max just fits. He has his quirks and his bad patches just like everyone else...but we click so well, we compliment each other, fill in each others gaps, its hard to deny that this is anything less than divine.
The apartment is swell. We're slowly getting settled in, and recently moved our matress into the living room, because I broke the thermostat and it was EFFING HOT! so we had the balcony door open and a fan on, and he was happy to lay in bed and play video games, so its all good.
I've met a few of his friends, the ones we're around mostly being John and Josh. (Or to him, and mostly to me lately Martone and Rizzo, respectively) Johns not around so much, and is the New York, sweater and khakis theater major kid who I seemed to get along with in the beginning, but Josh seems more chill, more relaxed. Just yesterday we were with Rizzo all day, and today went to lunch at fridays, came home and him and max had a two-people lan (I didnt know those existed) and then we went out again to Red Lobster, josh's treat. Between the three of us, we consumed what felt like a years worth of food, and got back into the car groaning and realizing that if we stopped to get krispy kreme like we planned, we would all explode, causing a bloody mess on the inside of josh's car. Came home, they played more games, I took a shower, then max moved to play Ratchet and Clank, josh smoked on Tobacco Plateau (Our balcony, even though neither I nor max smokes), I made tea for everyone, josh went home, max fell asleep and I'm here.
Now I'm probably gonna go make out a little, and fall asleep. ^_~
We've just been sort of hanging out lately.
So I got here on the 13th, if you didn't know, and...well, if you were able to turn the concept of heaven into a situation, this would have been it. I found out from the kind of creepy snack bar man that my train arrived in dallas at 1 pm, whereas I was scheduled to get off in Fort Worth at 3. Fuck that, was my first thought. I called up the boy, and of course he agreed to come get me early. This meant everything wouldnt be moved in (and it still isnt) but who the hell cares? LONGEST TWO HOURS EVER then proceeded to pass and I did nothing but look out the window. It was so cliche and so wonderful, when I finally arrived. We were on the phone until the very last minute, which required me to stand in the lounge car like a fool with my phone plugged in, because the battery ran out...I kept telling him what buildings were around me, and we thought he was in the wrong place...I got off the train and was like "omg where is he?" and we were still on the phone and hes like "there you are!" and we hung up and hugged for what seemed like an eternity and it makes me happy just thinking about it. We finally got in the car and cuddled some more, and there was a box on the seat from things remembered. Apparently it was for me. It was one of these but with a clock instead of a mirror. On the outside it said on one side "Our Time Begins" and on the other, "Love max 12-13-05" and it had our apartment and mailbox keys on them. OH GOD! I think I cried a little, I cant remember. Apparently it was all his doing, which makes it that much sweeter. After we ran to his house for something, and to meet his dad (and his sister incidentally), he took me to lunch at this cute little french cafe La Madeline, where he proceeded to severely mispronounce "Beef bourguignon" (and actually said "Burbenog" and I giggled, and refused to come to his aid. We ate and it was sweet and wonderful and perfect and everything. Went home, unpacked some, made the bed with my fantastically loud sheets, made out ALOT, and eventually fell asleep. That day happened to also be his birthday. Hello fate.
My birthday was nice. I was homesick and depressed, but his family made things better. We (And by we I mean he) woke up a little late, and he took me to brunch at his parents country club. It was yummy and he spilled things on his shirt and we giggled at some kid and it was wonderful like everything else. Went to his parents house where I got presents, and they had an ice cream cake, and his sister tried to light the wrong end of the candle (That girl is JUST like me) and we had fun and went home and made out alot, and eventually fell asleep.
Christmas was lovely. We woke up and went over his parents house, we'd opened our presents the night before, so we were just there to chill. Ate a thanksgiving-christmas lunch/dinner, then to be perfectly honest, I cannot remember what we did after that, because we left early. I think we went home and napped because max fell asleep on me on the couch. I'm sure we made out, and eventualy went to bed.
New years was fun, we went over his friend grahams house where everyone was smoking pot and it was just too much so we left. Went to his parents house and felt very very young, drank bad champagne, hugged people, got movies and went the fuck home. (Home is a far grander thing to me now than it was before) Came home watched the beginning of History of the World part I, made out alot, and went to sleep.
Its been amazingly perfect, few rough patches, alot of me being homesick, but its still all good. It's as natural as natural can be. Our first time grocery shopping was just fun, eating together, sleeping together, the way we've fallen into the routine of giving each other warm towels from the dryer when one of us gets out of the shower, just everything about this feels like we've been together for years. I was talking to someone that IMed him, obviously a friend, and reailzed (not because I was talking to that person) that looking at other guys, like his friends and people I know...everyone else just seems annoying to me. Max just fits. He has his quirks and his bad patches just like everyone else...but we click so well, we compliment each other, fill in each others gaps, its hard to deny that this is anything less than divine.
The apartment is swell. We're slowly getting settled in, and recently moved our matress into the living room, because I broke the thermostat and it was EFFING HOT! so we had the balcony door open and a fan on, and he was happy to lay in bed and play video games, so its all good.
I've met a few of his friends, the ones we're around mostly being John and Josh. (Or to him, and mostly to me lately Martone and Rizzo, respectively) Johns not around so much, and is the New York, sweater and khakis theater major kid who I seemed to get along with in the beginning, but Josh seems more chill, more relaxed. Just yesterday we were with Rizzo all day, and today went to lunch at fridays, came home and him and max had a two-people lan (I didnt know those existed) and then we went out again to Red Lobster, josh's treat. Between the three of us, we consumed what felt like a years worth of food, and got back into the car groaning and realizing that if we stopped to get krispy kreme like we planned, we would all explode, causing a bloody mess on the inside of josh's car. Came home, they played more games, I took a shower, then max moved to play Ratchet and Clank, josh smoked on Tobacco Plateau (Our balcony, even though neither I nor max smokes), I made tea for everyone, josh went home, max fell asleep and I'm here.
Now I'm probably gonna go make out a little, and fall asleep. ^_~