Our anniversary weekend :)
This weekend was definitely a good one. Ben and I had our first anniversary (hurray!), and almost all of the time we got to spend together this weekend was enjoyable. There were one or two hiccups, but really, it wasn't too bad.
Friday morning dawned, unfortunately, with me in a bitter, angry mood. Things like the flamingo, the stupid penis someone kept drawing on my board, and then worries about things like my little brother's mental well-being and my grandpa's terminal cancer were gnawing at me. It didn't help when I got to statistics and went to say hi to Ben, and he told me how much work he had to this weekend, thus knocking out any possibility of us going away for even a day. That got me a little on the disappointed/upset side. Then I realized that statistics was being held upstairs, and by the time I got there there were no seats next to my friends. When Johnner handed out the assignment I was baffled at first, because I'd only been to class one day that week. With all that I was struggling to hold back tears, and wasn't doing very well. I was just lucky that the dumb bint I was sitting next to didn't look my way. Eventually, however, I read through the book and figured out how to do the assignment, with probably only a few minor errors.
After stats was lunch, which was fun. Then it was time for Sara and Laurel's thesis presentations. It was great to get to hear them talk about the work they'd been doing, especially in a more formal setting. Yay Laurel and Sara. When they'd finished I went over to Olin to wash dishes. When I got there I saw that someone had sent back a bunch of test tubes I'd just washed, apparently dissatisfied with how clean they were. Fuck that shit, I mentally growled, and just dumped them back in the drawer because dammit, I wasn't screwing with those again today. I spent the rest of work sulking and angrily cleaning. Once I'd finished I headed over to the music lab to find Ben, and had to wait another half hour or so before he was able to copy everything over. He knew right away that something was up with me, but I didn't want to talk about it then because I knew I'd just bust up crying, and really wanted to wait until we were alone before doing that. I nearly didn't make it back to my room, in all honesty.
When we did finally get there, we curled up together and Ben said gently, "Just let it out," and I immediately started bawling about the stupid little things that were getting me down and the big important things that terrified me, and I went on like that for five or ten minutes. But within another fifteen I'd quieted down and felt about 5000 times better. It's like when you have food poisoning and you feel wretchedly nauseous, and when you finally throw up there's just this sense of relief. So, once I'd gotten all my upset out I felt much better and was able to start enjoying the anniversary day like I was supposed to.
I gave Ben my card and my squishy OMGILOVEYOU letter, and the rest of the afternoon was spent canoodling, being lazy, being schmoopy, laughing and talking about any old thing. God, I love my Ben. <3
Eventually we got hungry, and so we went to Kwan's, a local Chinese restaurant. It was a fabulous place with lovely decor and massive, massive portions of utterly delicious food. Our leftovers ended up making three additional meals for us over the weekend, which was pretty awesome. :) Mmmm, good Chinese food. That was fun, just eating delicious food and chatting.
The rest of the evening was spent watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which Ben got for me as he knew I didn't have it yet. That was sweet of him to watch it with me, too, as he's not at all into Harry Potter. Halfway through we broke off and went to go have a bit of Bailey's each to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, although by that point it was after midnight. Whoops? We finished out the movie and then tottered up to bed, where we snuggled and fell asleep together quite happily.
Saturday was mostly spent doing homework. Ben worked on his music project, tweaking the bass lines, and I did all my reading for history and then drew two Chinese chicken statuettes that were on the mantelpiece. Ben's mom and I had a moment -- she brought down one of her old dresses for me to try on and let me have it. It's quite cute -- a long summer dress with red and purple flowers. Then when she went out shopping she invited me (though I stayed and did reading) and then brought me back a black crocheted sweater to go with the dress. Awww. :) Ben was utterly confused by the whole female bonding experience however, lol, and steadfastedly stayed out of the way when this was going on. :-P
Saturday evening was spent up in Portland with Ben's friend Chris, as Chris had tickets to a concert by a band called Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. The concert was really fun. The two opening acts were good. I liked the first better than the second, and both of their singers utilized that faux-Brit sound that's starting to get slightly irritating, but they were good. Definitely no crappy These Arms Are Snakes, lol. Amusingly, some 45-year-old guy with a throat beard and a white cowboy hat came up during the second act and started trying to do a one-man mosh pit to a song with the rockout factor approximately equal to that of "Brown-Eyed Girl," which is to say, close to zero, roflmao. That was pretty goofy. Then there was a dude who looked exactly like Elton John (close-cut hair, glasses, dangly earring), but was there with his wife....
Finally BRMC came on. They're a mix of old-time spiritual songs and classic rock 'n' roll. I liked their music and the crowd was pretty good, but they played for about two hours and while I liked the sound the whole time, oh god, my body was like PLEASE LET ME SIT DOWN OMG. The venue was like a high school auditorium without seats, and was jam-packed where we were, and man, my back was killing me. It was so bad I went to the bathroom mostly so I could just sit down, and when I went back inside I ended up sitting down for about the last 20 minutes of the show, my back was so miserable. It was fun though. And it felt soooo good to get back to the car afterwards.
The drive back to Portland was uneventful. I fantasized about planning dinner menus for my future home, then fell asleep for a bit. Once back at the house Ben and I went up to bed after a snack. Unfortunately once in bed Ben started getting upset with himself over something, and a bunch of his worries came up and kicked him in the head, so to speak. So I got worried myself for him and felt bad -- it always upsets me when he gets in a self-deprecating mood, as I see so much good in him that he can't seem to see himself. So we went to bed not in the best of moods.
Sunday was spent solely in each other's company, as Ben's parents had kindly gotten themselves out of the house for us, hehehe, and we made good use of our time alone. Plus we watched a bunch of Batman volume 3 (oh, Ra's al Ghul, you crazy kid), and then later went out for some mac 'n' cheese. Chris came over at 5 or so and then we watched Walk the Line. I liked the movie and really liked the music, but wow Johnny Cash could be an asshole. I just don't get people who fall in love with someone else and cheat regularly on their spouses, but don't get a divorce. I mean, what? But his wife was even more unsympathetic than he was, so it was hard to feel too bad for her when he was sleeping around and lusting after June Carter. Anywho. Good movie. After that we watched an episode of Simpsons and Chris went home, and then I watched "Jaynestown" from Firefly while Ben did some more homework. Oh, Jayne, you goofy man. Must write up my thoughts on Firefly sometime.... At 10 Ben took me home, and that was our anniversary weekend.
Mmm... I love my Ben more and more each day. *mad schnoogles*
Friday morning dawned, unfortunately, with me in a bitter, angry mood. Things like the flamingo, the stupid penis someone kept drawing on my board, and then worries about things like my little brother's mental well-being and my grandpa's terminal cancer were gnawing at me. It didn't help when I got to statistics and went to say hi to Ben, and he told me how much work he had to this weekend, thus knocking out any possibility of us going away for even a day. That got me a little on the disappointed/upset side. Then I realized that statistics was being held upstairs, and by the time I got there there were no seats next to my friends. When Johnner handed out the assignment I was baffled at first, because I'd only been to class one day that week. With all that I was struggling to hold back tears, and wasn't doing very well. I was just lucky that the dumb bint I was sitting next to didn't look my way. Eventually, however, I read through the book and figured out how to do the assignment, with probably only a few minor errors.
After stats was lunch, which was fun. Then it was time for Sara and Laurel's thesis presentations. It was great to get to hear them talk about the work they'd been doing, especially in a more formal setting. Yay Laurel and Sara. When they'd finished I went over to Olin to wash dishes. When I got there I saw that someone had sent back a bunch of test tubes I'd just washed, apparently dissatisfied with how clean they were. Fuck that shit, I mentally growled, and just dumped them back in the drawer because dammit, I wasn't screwing with those again today. I spent the rest of work sulking and angrily cleaning. Once I'd finished I headed over to the music lab to find Ben, and had to wait another half hour or so before he was able to copy everything over. He knew right away that something was up with me, but I didn't want to talk about it then because I knew I'd just bust up crying, and really wanted to wait until we were alone before doing that. I nearly didn't make it back to my room, in all honesty.
When we did finally get there, we curled up together and Ben said gently, "Just let it out," and I immediately started bawling about the stupid little things that were getting me down and the big important things that terrified me, and I went on like that for five or ten minutes. But within another fifteen I'd quieted down and felt about 5000 times better. It's like when you have food poisoning and you feel wretchedly nauseous, and when you finally throw up there's just this sense of relief. So, once I'd gotten all my upset out I felt much better and was able to start enjoying the anniversary day like I was supposed to.
I gave Ben my card and my squishy OMGILOVEYOU letter, and the rest of the afternoon was spent canoodling, being lazy, being schmoopy, laughing and talking about any old thing. God, I love my Ben. <3
Eventually we got hungry, and so we went to Kwan's, a local Chinese restaurant. It was a fabulous place with lovely decor and massive, massive portions of utterly delicious food. Our leftovers ended up making three additional meals for us over the weekend, which was pretty awesome. :) Mmmm, good Chinese food. That was fun, just eating delicious food and chatting.
The rest of the evening was spent watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which Ben got for me as he knew I didn't have it yet. That was sweet of him to watch it with me, too, as he's not at all into Harry Potter. Halfway through we broke off and went to go have a bit of Bailey's each to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, although by that point it was after midnight. Whoops? We finished out the movie and then tottered up to bed, where we snuggled and fell asleep together quite happily.
Saturday was mostly spent doing homework. Ben worked on his music project, tweaking the bass lines, and I did all my reading for history and then drew two Chinese chicken statuettes that were on the mantelpiece. Ben's mom and I had a moment -- she brought down one of her old dresses for me to try on and let me have it. It's quite cute -- a long summer dress with red and purple flowers. Then when she went out shopping she invited me (though I stayed and did reading) and then brought me back a black crocheted sweater to go with the dress. Awww. :) Ben was utterly confused by the whole female bonding experience however, lol, and steadfastedly stayed out of the way when this was going on. :-P
Saturday evening was spent up in Portland with Ben's friend Chris, as Chris had tickets to a concert by a band called Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. The concert was really fun. The two opening acts were good. I liked the first better than the second, and both of their singers utilized that faux-Brit sound that's starting to get slightly irritating, but they were good. Definitely no crappy These Arms Are Snakes, lol. Amusingly, some 45-year-old guy with a throat beard and a white cowboy hat came up during the second act and started trying to do a one-man mosh pit to a song with the rockout factor approximately equal to that of "Brown-Eyed Girl," which is to say, close to zero, roflmao. That was pretty goofy. Then there was a dude who looked exactly like Elton John (close-cut hair, glasses, dangly earring), but was there with his wife....
Finally BRMC came on. They're a mix of old-time spiritual songs and classic rock 'n' roll. I liked their music and the crowd was pretty good, but they played for about two hours and while I liked the sound the whole time, oh god, my body was like PLEASE LET ME SIT DOWN OMG. The venue was like a high school auditorium without seats, and was jam-packed where we were, and man, my back was killing me. It was so bad I went to the bathroom mostly so I could just sit down, and when I went back inside I ended up sitting down for about the last 20 minutes of the show, my back was so miserable. It was fun though. And it felt soooo good to get back to the car afterwards.
The drive back to Portland was uneventful. I fantasized about planning dinner menus for my future home, then fell asleep for a bit. Once back at the house Ben and I went up to bed after a snack. Unfortunately once in bed Ben started getting upset with himself over something, and a bunch of his worries came up and kicked him in the head, so to speak. So I got worried myself for him and felt bad -- it always upsets me when he gets in a self-deprecating mood, as I see so much good in him that he can't seem to see himself. So we went to bed not in the best of moods.
Sunday was spent solely in each other's company, as Ben's parents had kindly gotten themselves out of the house for us, hehehe, and we made good use of our time alone. Plus we watched a bunch of Batman volume 3 (oh, Ra's al Ghul, you crazy kid), and then later went out for some mac 'n' cheese. Chris came over at 5 or so and then we watched Walk the Line. I liked the movie and really liked the music, but wow Johnny Cash could be an asshole. I just don't get people who fall in love with someone else and cheat regularly on their spouses, but don't get a divorce. I mean, what? But his wife was even more unsympathetic than he was, so it was hard to feel too bad for her when he was sleeping around and lusting after June Carter. Anywho. Good movie. After that we watched an episode of Simpsons and Chris went home, and then I watched "Jaynestown" from Firefly while Ben did some more homework. Oh, Jayne, you goofy man. Must write up my thoughts on Firefly sometime.... At 10 Ben took me home, and that was our anniversary weekend.
Mmm... I love my Ben more and more each day. *mad schnoogles*