Thinking about moving back to University Place
First thing's first. For those of you that care, hanging out with Hanna this past weekend was incredible. I honestly love her with all of my heart. I can tell you so many things about her that I love, or how she's going to respond to something, but I still hunger to know more. I very much am praying that she gets a job up here for next year. She needs to so that we can plan our wedding for next August. We looked at rings on Sunday. She wants me to pick it so that it'll be a surprise and it'll be something that I picked out just for her. I loved just being able to hold her, watch her laugh at what I say or just have her company during a meal or while watching a movie. This is my one and only. It's so amazing when you find the person that you love for who they are, and, perhaps more amazing, they love you for the exact same reason. Our tale is so romantic to me. It's so incredible. Also interesting is the fact that I've honestly never been sure of anything in my life until she came along. Where to go to college, what to do with my life, where to live... all things that were hard to answer. When that priest asks me if I'm certain that this is the woman that I want to marry, I will say I do with more certainty than I have ever said another phrase in my life. We're meant for each other.
In Vegas, I only spent a little time on the strip, which was totally fine with me because I went to be with Hanna. I did see The Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian and entered a few other hotels. It was a blast. Also, we walked the strip on Sunday night.
Now, onto something that I'm seriously pretty tired of.
I feel as though supportive friends are few and far between these days. Maybe it's because I feel surrounded and suffocated by negativity from a fair majority of my friends around where I live. I'd be fine with it if they would talk to me, it'd be taken care of then, but they decide to just let it fester and not come to me. I'm exhausted by it. I see it as childish and very much a waste of fucking time. It's so much more frustrating when, for a few of them, the word hypocrite is such a perfect adjective for them based on current, and definitely still ongoing, entanglements of their own. I'm done.
In Vegas, I only spent a little time on the strip, which was totally fine with me because I went to be with Hanna. I did see The Phantom of the Opera at the Venetian and entered a few other hotels. It was a blast. Also, we walked the strip on Sunday night.
Now, onto something that I'm seriously pretty tired of.
I feel as though supportive friends are few and far between these days. Maybe it's because I feel surrounded and suffocated by negativity from a fair majority of my friends around where I live. I'd be fine with it if they would talk to me, it'd be taken care of then, but they decide to just let it fester and not come to me. I'm exhausted by it. I see it as childish and very much a waste of fucking time. It's so much more frustrating when, for a few of them, the word hypocrite is such a perfect adjective for them based on current, and definitely still ongoing, entanglements of their own. I'm done.