Procrastibation
Ok, as a rule, I make it a goal to not celebrate Valentines day. I find it cheesy, and riddled with consumerism. I don't think you need a special day to show someone that you care, it means more if it's sweet and spontaneous. However, Pearce got my address and sent me a card, so I reciprocated. Ok, I was going to do it anyway, but I still thought it was cheesy.
So how come the first thing I did when I woke up (well, after finding clothing) was to go and check the mailbox for a card? And then when I didn't find one, I was dissapointed. Oh god, I'm a consumer whore!
So apperantly the post office was closed, so he went and UPS'ed it, but it wouldn't get there till the next day. This is where little bells should go off... why would you UPS a card? I didn't think of that. So Justin got to school and tells me I got a package. NOT a card, this thing was 3-dimensional.
So I turn into a total chick and get all excited, and actually leave school, go all the way home for a whopping 15 minutes in order to open it up. Then I had to go back to school. I spent 15 minutes at home just to open a parcel. I've reached a new level of sappy and lame.... On the plus side, they were freaking amazing truffles. :) Chocolate fixes everything, and makes me less lame. Yum.
I think I must miss him. Why else would I turn into a total dork whenever I have anything to do with him, even if it's just opening up a box that he sent me
Ok, I have a midterm tomorrow. I know I should care, and I know I should get on the study train and choo-choo-choo along the station of good grades... but I don't even care anymore. I just want this week to be over, and it to be Sunday so I can see my guy and actually sleep for more than 4 hours a night.
Mmmm, sleep....
NO! STUDY! I can sleep when I'm dead.
So how come the first thing I did when I woke up (well, after finding clothing) was to go and check the mailbox for a card? And then when I didn't find one, I was dissapointed. Oh god, I'm a consumer whore!
So apperantly the post office was closed, so he went and UPS'ed it, but it wouldn't get there till the next day. This is where little bells should go off... why would you UPS a card? I didn't think of that. So Justin got to school and tells me I got a package. NOT a card, this thing was 3-dimensional.
So I turn into a total chick and get all excited, and actually leave school, go all the way home for a whopping 15 minutes in order to open it up. Then I had to go back to school. I spent 15 minutes at home just to open a parcel. I've reached a new level of sappy and lame.... On the plus side, they were freaking amazing truffles. :) Chocolate fixes everything, and makes me less lame. Yum.
I think I must miss him. Why else would I turn into a total dork whenever I have anything to do with him, even if it's just opening up a box that he sent me
Ok, I have a midterm tomorrow. I know I should care, and I know I should get on the study train and choo-choo-choo along the station of good grades... but I don't even care anymore. I just want this week to be over, and it to be Sunday so I can see my guy and actually sleep for more than 4 hours a night.
Mmmm, sleep....
NO! STUDY! I can sleep when I'm dead.