REAL LIFE IS A THING THAT HAPPENS
Or so I'm learning.
Survived all classes last semester, passed them.
Sent an email to the boy I had a crush on asking him out, got no response. Wasn't actually broken up about it, oddly.
Got kidney stones just in time for our stupid winter term, but the prof was understanding and super nice and concerned.
More classes happened, the likes of which have taken up the will of those before them in trying to kill me off. But I've got an edge.
Twisted my ankle kinda badly, but the kidney stones went away all by themselves. SCORE.
Decided to write senior thesis on yaoi. So.
Roommate/best friend's best guy friend came up to visit for a weekend. Major clickage.
Today (Friday) marks exactly four weeks of me knowing this guy, which is significant because we have had some form of communication (IM, phone, Skype) at least once every day for these four weeks. This isn't surprising considering that after not even two whole days of knowing each other, we stayed up till 8:00 AM talking, just the two of us. And then he had to go home, but he got my number that night, and we've been chatting ever since, helped along by my friend letting me in on the fact that he'd decided he liked me (I decided I felt the same way during that first week). So four weeks of knowing him at all today, and this coming Sunday will mark exactly one week of us being in a relationship. So that's pretty nifty. His name is Rob. He keeps being perfect for me, it's actually kind of a problem, and my brain still can't really wrap itself around the fact that I have a boyfriend. He goes to a different college and lives in Chicago, which is quite far from my home, but I couldn't care less about distance. And he doesn't care either. So. WE'RE DOIN' THIS, MAN, WE'RE MAKIN' THIS HAPPEN.
He DJs on his college's radio and dedicated a song to me tonight. It was New York City, by They Might Be Giants. And I squealed and flapped my hands around for a good five minutes. I'm going up to see him at the end of my Spring Break, which is still one whole damn week away. So I was already super excited to have a freaking break from my stupid college, but now it's EVEN BETTER.
And this makes up for me totally sucking at Japanese, since apparently three years of it doesn't stick with you after a summer in Korea and a semester of no Japanese class. It also makes up for my thesis trying to kill me in subtle ways, as well as for my other two classes, which are pretty okay but full of busy work that I don't need. I'm also taking Tennis, but it's really fun, even though I suck at it, so no need to make up for that. But looking forward to seeing someone you like is some serious incentive.
Anyway, I decided to come on here and say all that because GUESS WHAT I'M NOT DOING INSTEAD. That's right, researching for my thesis. I like my topic (I mean, I picked it, after all), but when you procrastinate the theoretical ten hours of research a week you're supposed to be doing and save it for one night, you find that you don't want to do any of it at all. It's a stupid conundrum, and one that needs to stop. But yeah. School. I'm sick of it. BRING ON THE BREAK.
Survived all classes last semester, passed them.
Sent an email to the boy I had a crush on asking him out, got no response. Wasn't actually broken up about it, oddly.
Got kidney stones just in time for our stupid winter term, but the prof was understanding and super nice and concerned.
More classes happened, the likes of which have taken up the will of those before them in trying to kill me off. But I've got an edge.
Twisted my ankle kinda badly, but the kidney stones went away all by themselves. SCORE.
Decided to write senior thesis on yaoi. So.
Roommate/best friend's best guy friend came up to visit for a weekend. Major clickage.
Today (Friday) marks exactly four weeks of me knowing this guy, which is significant because we have had some form of communication (IM, phone, Skype) at least once every day for these four weeks. This isn't surprising considering that after not even two whole days of knowing each other, we stayed up till 8:00 AM talking, just the two of us. And then he had to go home, but he got my number that night, and we've been chatting ever since, helped along by my friend letting me in on the fact that he'd decided he liked me (I decided I felt the same way during that first week). So four weeks of knowing him at all today, and this coming Sunday will mark exactly one week of us being in a relationship. So that's pretty nifty. His name is Rob. He keeps being perfect for me, it's actually kind of a problem, and my brain still can't really wrap itself around the fact that I have a boyfriend. He goes to a different college and lives in Chicago, which is quite far from my home, but I couldn't care less about distance. And he doesn't care either. So. WE'RE DOIN' THIS, MAN, WE'RE MAKIN' THIS HAPPEN.
He DJs on his college's radio and dedicated a song to me tonight. It was New York City, by They Might Be Giants. And I squealed and flapped my hands around for a good five minutes. I'm going up to see him at the end of my Spring Break, which is still one whole damn week away. So I was already super excited to have a freaking break from my stupid college, but now it's EVEN BETTER.
And this makes up for me totally sucking at Japanese, since apparently three years of it doesn't stick with you after a summer in Korea and a semester of no Japanese class. It also makes up for my thesis trying to kill me in subtle ways, as well as for my other two classes, which are pretty okay but full of busy work that I don't need. I'm also taking Tennis, but it's really fun, even though I suck at it, so no need to make up for that. But looking forward to seeing someone you like is some serious incentive.
Anyway, I decided to come on here and say all that because GUESS WHAT I'M NOT DOING INSTEAD. That's right, researching for my thesis. I like my topic (I mean, I picked it, after all), but when you procrastinate the theoretical ten hours of research a week you're supposed to be doing and save it for one night, you find that you don't want to do any of it at all. It's a stupid conundrum, and one that needs to stop. But yeah. School. I'm sick of it. BRING ON THE BREAK.