What! Already!
It's been an odd day, but then again, things haven't been quite normal since Thursday night.Engaged, obviously. I was at my Dad's house last night until almost one in the morning. Then at one oh four, while I'm asleep in bed I get a text from my Mom asking where I am and whether or not I'm coming home... I was already home and asleep. We still haven't cut my damn cake because no-one is ever home at the same time and I've been staying out late meeting my new extended family and friends and what not. Yesterday I wound up at Titan sobbing to Jake about some stuff that went on earlier that day. Goodness I love him more than anything. And tonight, he's supposed to tell me something about himself that's big, important, and apparently bad. He keeps thinking I'll love him less, but I could never do that. After I forgave my Dad nothing bad really startles me anymore. People fuck up. That's all there is to it. I love my Dad so much. I love a lot of things. If only you guys knew.
Hey, Sarabeth me and you and our fiances should all go out sometime. It'd be sort-of nice for us to get together and talk again. I'm the worst about making and keeping plans, but I'm getting better about it, especially with this being in a relationship thing. It's a big responsibility. And man, we're engaged, can you believe that? You ever think we'd be the first two? Because I don't know anyone else in our shoes. It's nice. I like it. The security is amazing. I don't know where the words to describe it are, and I'm usually pretty articulate when I'm using text and what-not.
I'm ready for the summer. I really need to start working more, because as capitalist and lame as it sounds, I am in dire need of money. And this isn't just random want fr money. I have real reasons. One of them is namely because I'm probably moving in with Jake by July or something like that. I have to be able to support myself and pay my share of stuff.
Dude. I'm graduating. I keep looking at my cap and gown and keep shuddering at the thought. Big step in life. Sort-of depressing, but good.
Hey, Sarabeth me and you and our fiances should all go out sometime. It'd be sort-of nice for us to get together and talk again. I'm the worst about making and keeping plans, but I'm getting better about it, especially with this being in a relationship thing. It's a big responsibility. And man, we're engaged, can you believe that? You ever think we'd be the first two? Because I don't know anyone else in our shoes. It's nice. I like it. The security is amazing. I don't know where the words to describe it are, and I'm usually pretty articulate when I'm using text and what-not.
I'm ready for the summer. I really need to start working more, because as capitalist and lame as it sounds, I am in dire need of money. And this isn't just random want fr money. I have real reasons. One of them is namely because I'm probably moving in with Jake by July or something like that. I have to be able to support myself and pay my share of stuff.
Dude. I'm graduating. I keep looking at my cap and gown and keep shuddering at the thought. Big step in life. Sort-of depressing, but good.