Love in the time of Colds
Hello people. I'm sorry I haven't sufficiently updated y'all in awhile. Life has been interesting to say the least. So, I don't know where to begin with the state of my life. I'm the happiest I've been in a long time, so that has to count for something.
The play went off without a hitch and it had a good run. I was a good little Ukrainian juror, from what I've been told. It's kind of weird going from Royal where everyone and their cousin knows you to a college campus where virtually no one knows you. I did have a few friends from my drama class show up to the matinee, along with Jenna from Royal. Michael went twice, once with the rest of my family and once by himself. My God, I love that boy. The weekend of the play was actually the first time I saw Chica with her beau, aka my big brother Steve. Talk about weirdness, eh? It was the strangest feeling sleeping that night with Michael in my bed, and those two smooching on an air-mattress on the floor. I felt so bad for my roommate, but she claims to have been cool with it.
Anyway, after the play life started going at a rapid-fire pace. Finals were just around the corner, I had term papers up the wazoo, and I was starting to get sick. Michael did his damnedest to keep me from losing my mind, but we were both on the verge of considerable breakdowns. To make a long story short, life pretty much exploded. The only sanity I had was Michael, which is nice. He takes such good care of me it makes me feel guilty. I've never had anyone who sincerely worried for me before, in terms of guys that is. Thankfully, finals are over and I can relax. Michael and I went back to Simi and decompressed for two days straight. My parents were freaking out because I looked so skinny and pale, which I guess I did. I love how easy it is for me to give myself a psychosomatic illness. I've lost 14 lbs since school started, don't ask me how, it just happened. Call it the Dining Common Diet...the food is just repulsive somedays.
Anyway, everyone started feeling better by Friday, which meant we were just well enough to go to D-land with my brother, Chica, and their little entourage. Michael was freaking out about it because he hates rollercoasters with a fiery passion. Sadly enough, the first ride we went on was Space Mountain. Hilarious. Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that Disneyland is way more enjoyable with a significant other. I've never gone with a boyfriend and it was quite spiffy. You find yourself taking advantage of any interval of darkness on rides for the purpose of making out. Pirates of the Caribbean is by far the best for this, just for your future escapades. That and the train that goes around the park...plenty of tunnels. All in all, I'd say that we all had a really good time. And at the end of the day, they had the fireworks show and after that they covered us in fake snow. It was truly beautiful and highly romantic. Some kissing was done then and it made me quite happy. My mom said it was simply a magical moment, which I agree with entirely. Simply magical.
Michael went home a few days ago. I didn't mean to, but I cried a little when we were resting together before he left. It's only three weeks, but we haven't been apart for longer than three days since we started dating. Yeah, we're saps. I know it. I'm totally over the moon for him, and from all accounts he's in the same state for me. My dad drove him back and he says that I was all he talked about. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's in love." Hooray for mutual feelings.
Now, I'm doing all right. I'm trying to fully recover from my first completed quarter of college. Holy crap, I finished my first quarter! That's exciting. I survived my initiation into the wonderful world of college. God, I love this.
Well, that should suffice as a pretty good take on my life of late. I hope to see a few people this break. If I can, I'll swing by Royal before its winter break and say hi to some peeps. Namely Mrs. Donohue. I miss her so much. And there are plenty of other faces I need to see, too. Much love to all and a happy holiday season.
The play went off without a hitch and it had a good run. I was a good little Ukrainian juror, from what I've been told. It's kind of weird going from Royal where everyone and their cousin knows you to a college campus where virtually no one knows you. I did have a few friends from my drama class show up to the matinee, along with Jenna from Royal. Michael went twice, once with the rest of my family and once by himself. My God, I love that boy. The weekend of the play was actually the first time I saw Chica with her beau, aka my big brother Steve. Talk about weirdness, eh? It was the strangest feeling sleeping that night with Michael in my bed, and those two smooching on an air-mattress on the floor. I felt so bad for my roommate, but she claims to have been cool with it.
Anyway, after the play life started going at a rapid-fire pace. Finals were just around the corner, I had term papers up the wazoo, and I was starting to get sick. Michael did his damnedest to keep me from losing my mind, but we were both on the verge of considerable breakdowns. To make a long story short, life pretty much exploded. The only sanity I had was Michael, which is nice. He takes such good care of me it makes me feel guilty. I've never had anyone who sincerely worried for me before, in terms of guys that is. Thankfully, finals are over and I can relax. Michael and I went back to Simi and decompressed for two days straight. My parents were freaking out because I looked so skinny and pale, which I guess I did. I love how easy it is for me to give myself a psychosomatic illness. I've lost 14 lbs since school started, don't ask me how, it just happened. Call it the Dining Common Diet...the food is just repulsive somedays.
Anyway, everyone started feeling better by Friday, which meant we were just well enough to go to D-land with my brother, Chica, and their little entourage. Michael was freaking out about it because he hates rollercoasters with a fiery passion. Sadly enough, the first ride we went on was Space Mountain. Hilarious. Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that Disneyland is way more enjoyable with a significant other. I've never gone with a boyfriend and it was quite spiffy. You find yourself taking advantage of any interval of darkness on rides for the purpose of making out. Pirates of the Caribbean is by far the best for this, just for your future escapades. That and the train that goes around the park...plenty of tunnels. All in all, I'd say that we all had a really good time. And at the end of the day, they had the fireworks show and after that they covered us in fake snow. It was truly beautiful and highly romantic. Some kissing was done then and it made me quite happy. My mom said it was simply a magical moment, which I agree with entirely. Simply magical.
Michael went home a few days ago. I didn't mean to, but I cried a little when we were resting together before he left. It's only three weeks, but we haven't been apart for longer than three days since we started dating. Yeah, we're saps. I know it. I'm totally over the moon for him, and from all accounts he's in the same state for me. My dad drove him back and he says that I was all he talked about. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's in love." Hooray for mutual feelings.
Now, I'm doing all right. I'm trying to fully recover from my first completed quarter of college. Holy crap, I finished my first quarter! That's exciting. I survived my initiation into the wonderful world of college. God, I love this.
Well, that should suffice as a pretty good take on my life of late. I hope to see a few people this break. If I can, I'll swing by Royal before its winter break and say hi to some peeps. Namely Mrs. Donohue. I miss her so much. And there are plenty of other faces I need to see, too. Much love to all and a happy holiday season.