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I'm writing this from my school's after-hours Cafe. It's pretty legit. The best part of it is one of the guys that works here. He's not working today, but he might come in later. I'm not sure. My roommate's boyfriend works here, though, so I'm here chilling out with her while he works. I got my new laptop yesterday. I just got into the honors college, and they give you a complimentary netbook. So it's pretty friggen awesome.
There's been a lot going on in my life, I'm not really sure where to start. It's not bad, not all of it, anyway. Just shit that I thought about posting about but never got around to it. The netbook thing was one of them.
My aunt had a baby boy early Monday morning. His name is Christopher Robert, but I'll probably be calling him Christopher Robin his entire life because that's what my mind automatically goes to. I'm really hoping that I'll be able to call him Topher instead of Chris. I just like that a lot better.
I added two more pictures to my wall
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and
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The Gabe one because my wall was seriously lacking Jewish Latinos from NJ. And The Keltie one because I emailed her yesterday and she emailed me back and I was super excited so she obviously needed a third picture. I'm also looking for two more: one of Brendon and one of William, because even though they already have the two largest pictures on my wall, they are still horribly under represented. I would like a portrait picture of Brendon and a LONG picture of William, so that they fit in the only two spots left over. If you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comment section BEEELLLOOOOW.
So, forum, about that Keltie email. She had posted on Twitter about having a case of the lonlies. At the time, I had been suffering from the same thing and hadn't been having a very good night. So I decided, what the hey. Let's send Keltie an email. It's rather long so I won't post it here, but she did send me back a short little quip, which was still very appreciated:
dear steph
#1 you are not bonkers.
#2 i finally finished writing editing my book and it took all the good words out of me and so I am well aware, and upset, over the fact that my blog has sucked for the last few months and I was convinced that no one read it anymore and that everyone hated me.
#3- love sucks. always. I finally got over the musicians but I will continue to be completely ruined by everything they all did to me, (ie meet man of dreams and then break it off because I can't or do not know how to be happy, scared to commit, scared of love)
#4-i am going to sleep now, thank you so much for reminding me that I am not a complete loser.
matt nathanson really is fucking epic huh.
kc
#3 was in reply to a story I had told her about this musician of my own that I was trying to get over, slowly but surely. Just so you guys don't think that she's just telling me that out of nowhere. And if you guys were curious, Ryan isn't the first musician that Keltie's dated. She actually dated Christina Perri's brother, Nick, which is how the girls met, and another boy named Wes. Just some friendly information. But yea, I was pretty fucking excited. I was skyping with my mother as I wrote it, but I don't know if she knows she emailed me back. Huh. I should probably tell her...
The last thing I wanted to talk about (last thing? okay, steph, just try and tell yourself that you won't ramble your -3 followers bored to tears) was the fact that the thing that wasn't putting me in a good mood last night was my roommate and her boyfriend. From the beginning of this post until now, I have moved back to my dorm room, and now they're on the bed across from me and cudlding and everything and that's fine and dandy. If I had a boyfriend, I'd probably be doing the same thing. But this has been going on every single day. Yesterday, they were cuddling and watching Shutter Island and I had to leave because they were making out and yea. So, I called my mom and went to the Cafe. Thankfully, he hasn't slept over yet. But still, every night he's here. Is it too much to ask for a night without them making out on her bed? Does that make me a bitch or something? The thing is that last year, my roommate lived in a single. So they just got into the habit of his coming over to her room every night. But now she's in a double, with me. So spending every single night together can't really keep going on like this. It's awkward for me, and it's my room too, you know. And it's not like they don't see each other any other time during the day. Really. Ugh. I need a boyfriend. You here that, Bden? I need you.
In other news, I'm writing my first fic. ... Yea. Moving on. There's actually not much to say about it. It kind of sucks and I'm stuck soooo. >>;
Okay, I think BF is sleeping over. Oh Mylanta. I should go. This has been rambles. I'm going to put this all under a cut and hope you guys read it. Peaceeee.
<3Stephanie
There's been a lot going on in my life, I'm not really sure where to start. It's not bad, not all of it, anyway. Just shit that I thought about posting about but never got around to it. The netbook thing was one of them.
My aunt had a baby boy early Monday morning. His name is Christopher Robert, but I'll probably be calling him Christopher Robin his entire life because that's what my mind automatically goes to. I'm really hoping that I'll be able to call him Topher instead of Chris. I just like that a lot better.
I added two more pictures to my wall
.
and
.
The Gabe one because my wall was seriously lacking Jewish Latinos from NJ. And The Keltie one because I emailed her yesterday and she emailed me back and I was super excited so she obviously needed a third picture. I'm also looking for two more: one of Brendon and one of William, because even though they already have the two largest pictures on my wall, they are still horribly under represented. I would like a portrait picture of Brendon and a LONG picture of William, so that they fit in the only two spots left over. If you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comment section BEEELLLOOOOW.
So, forum, about that Keltie email. She had posted on Twitter about having a case of the lonlies. At the time, I had been suffering from the same thing and hadn't been having a very good night. So I decided, what the hey. Let's send Keltie an email. It's rather long so I won't post it here, but she did send me back a short little quip, which was still very appreciated:
dear steph
#1 you are not bonkers.
#2 i finally finished writing editing my book and it took all the good words out of me and so I am well aware, and upset, over the fact that my blog has sucked for the last few months and I was convinced that no one read it anymore and that everyone hated me.
#3- love sucks. always. I finally got over the musicians but I will continue to be completely ruined by everything they all did to me, (ie meet man of dreams and then break it off because I can't or do not know how to be happy, scared to commit, scared of love)
#4-i am going to sleep now, thank you so much for reminding me that I am not a complete loser.
matt nathanson really is fucking epic huh.
kc
#3 was in reply to a story I had told her about this musician of my own that I was trying to get over, slowly but surely. Just so you guys don't think that she's just telling me that out of nowhere. And if you guys were curious, Ryan isn't the first musician that Keltie's dated. She actually dated Christina Perri's brother, Nick, which is how the girls met, and another boy named Wes. Just some friendly information. But yea, I was pretty fucking excited. I was skyping with my mother as I wrote it, but I don't know if she knows she emailed me back. Huh. I should probably tell her...
The last thing I wanted to talk about (last thing? okay, steph, just try and tell yourself that you won't ramble your -3 followers bored to tears) was the fact that the thing that wasn't putting me in a good mood last night was my roommate and her boyfriend. From the beginning of this post until now, I have moved back to my dorm room, and now they're on the bed across from me and cudlding and everything and that's fine and dandy. If I had a boyfriend, I'd probably be doing the same thing. But this has been going on every single day. Yesterday, they were cuddling and watching Shutter Island and I had to leave because they were making out and yea. So, I called my mom and went to the Cafe. Thankfully, he hasn't slept over yet. But still, every night he's here. Is it too much to ask for a night without them making out on her bed? Does that make me a bitch or something? The thing is that last year, my roommate lived in a single. So they just got into the habit of his coming over to her room every night. But now she's in a double, with me. So spending every single night together can't really keep going on like this. It's awkward for me, and it's my room too, you know. And it's not like they don't see each other any other time during the day. Really. Ugh. I need a boyfriend. You here that, Bden? I need you.
In other news, I'm writing my first fic. ... Yea. Moving on. There's actually not much to say about it. It kind of sucks and I'm stuck soooo. >>;
Okay, I think BF is sleeping over. Oh Mylanta. I should go. This has been rambles. I'm going to put this all under a cut and hope you guys read it. Peaceeee.
<3Stephanie