Focus today: Mine, as I often refer to him.
Can I just start out with He is so amazing and I intend to marry him? I keep having these urges to call up either Sony or Mom and say, "I'm going to marry him!" Not that he's asked me (yet), butI just know it and I want to yell it out loud. Mom's known for a long time. He and I were already talking about "the cart before the horse" 3(?) months into our relationship when Mom said (in reference to all I was telling her about him and her one-time meeting him), " I recognize this..." and I wouldn't let her say anything more because I knew she was talking about the way She and Dad were when they first met.
I can't wait to be with him. Sometimes I feel I talk/write/think about him a bit too much. Really I need to focus on finding a subleaser and deciding on what type of career to pursue rather than how quickly I can move nearer to him, but I can barely think straight for the excitement of potentially seeing him more often than almost every weekend (The two-week stretches are nigh unbearable.
I said, "fie" on the phone to him the other day and he said, "who says 'fie'?". I said, "I do." He said, "I've always said this about you."
I'm trying to do push-ups again. There was a time when 20 was nothing - it was my measuring block to see if I was within reasonable enough shape. If I could do 20 push-ups without too much difficulty then I was doing ok. I tried to do 20 this weekend. I managed, but poorly. I truly could say it was the most difficult 20 push-ups that I've done in the last 10 years. I was not pleased. I told Him that I would do 30 the next time I saw him, but I somehow missed the fact that he's coming up here this weekend. I'm certain I meant the next time I saw him in Madison.
I miss writing. I don't even write much in my hardcopy journal, not unless I'm horribly upset or ecstatic. I needs must write more often. I like it.
I can't wait to be with him. Sometimes I feel I talk/write/think about him a bit too much. Really I need to focus on finding a subleaser and deciding on what type of career to pursue rather than how quickly I can move nearer to him, but I can barely think straight for the excitement of potentially seeing him more often than almost every weekend (The two-week stretches are nigh unbearable.
I said, "fie" on the phone to him the other day and he said, "who says 'fie'?". I said, "I do." He said, "I've always said this about you."
I'm trying to do push-ups again. There was a time when 20 was nothing - it was my measuring block to see if I was within reasonable enough shape. If I could do 20 push-ups without too much difficulty then I was doing ok. I tried to do 20 this weekend. I managed, but poorly. I truly could say it was the most difficult 20 push-ups that I've done in the last 10 years. I was not pleased. I told Him that I would do 30 the next time I saw him, but I somehow missed the fact that he's coming up here this weekend. I'm certain I meant the next time I saw him in Madison.
I miss writing. I don't even write much in my hardcopy journal, not unless I'm horribly upset or ecstatic. I needs must write more often. I like it.