I'm depressed today because I dreamed my boyfriend was a eunich.
Weird, huh?
So it's been a while. Not a lot has happened that I wanted write to the whole world about, you know? My life's not that epic.
I have decided I am going to UNC Wilmington. Because I want to and because I think I'll find my exact major there. They have so many ecology and nature-type science opportunities that I think I'll be able to pinpoint what I want.
So the update on me & Dannie. (Come on, you knew it was coming.) Only one problem. Our two year date-aversary comes up in October and the same day that we would be celebrating our togetherness is the same day as homecoming, and for those that don't know, he's a confirmed band geek. The marching band needs him more than I do I guess. At least that's what I keep hearing. Even from him. I knew it was a lost cause fighting this early on but I wanted to spend that day with him, damnit. Can you blame me? For our one year, he sat on the floor and played X-Box...without me. For the year-and-a-half, he had a play opening that night and school that day. Mother of God, I just want to spend an important occasion with the one person in whole world I care about the most.
So I tried getting him to blow band off and he said "They need me," "I want my letter," "I'm a hornline captain." He didn't really try to get out of it and then he talked to Whitehurst (band director) and he gave him sagacious advice about having a girlfriend and being in band and he knows what he's going through. Tuh.
In the end, I lost the battle. I knew I would. He does need to be there. He has solos and the drill counts on him being there and he is a hornline captain. But as I've told him, I'm still pissed. I'm gonna be pissed until that day about this and even on the day, I'll be pissed. I just feel like I keep losing the important battles. He keeps winning them and I keep having to second fiddle to something else in his life. I told him in our last talk about it that I really feel like #2. And I still do.
In the end, we're going to do something on Saturday. He says we're going to do something on Friday night but I doubt it. He'll be sweaty and dirty and tired and want to go home. So Saturday we'll do something. I told him that it's up to him to plan because I'm still pissed. Ha ha. But I guess I love him enough to take backseat one more time to his life. It better be worth it, Dannie. And with that, I'm done.
Ah well. Love.
Anna
So it's been a while. Not a lot has happened that I wanted write to the whole world about, you know? My life's not that epic.
I have decided I am going to UNC Wilmington. Because I want to and because I think I'll find my exact major there. They have so many ecology and nature-type science opportunities that I think I'll be able to pinpoint what I want.
So the update on me & Dannie. (Come on, you knew it was coming.) Only one problem. Our two year date-aversary comes up in October and the same day that we would be celebrating our togetherness is the same day as homecoming, and for those that don't know, he's a confirmed band geek. The marching band needs him more than I do I guess. At least that's what I keep hearing. Even from him. I knew it was a lost cause fighting this early on but I wanted to spend that day with him, damnit. Can you blame me? For our one year, he sat on the floor and played X-Box...without me. For the year-and-a-half, he had a play opening that night and school that day. Mother of God, I just want to spend an important occasion with the one person in whole world I care about the most.
So I tried getting him to blow band off and he said "They need me," "I want my letter," "I'm a hornline captain." He didn't really try to get out of it and then he talked to Whitehurst (band director) and he gave him sagacious advice about having a girlfriend and being in band and he knows what he's going through. Tuh.
In the end, I lost the battle. I knew I would. He does need to be there. He has solos and the drill counts on him being there and he is a hornline captain. But as I've told him, I'm still pissed. I'm gonna be pissed until that day about this and even on the day, I'll be pissed. I just feel like I keep losing the important battles. He keeps winning them and I keep having to second fiddle to something else in his life. I told him in our last talk about it that I really feel like #2. And I still do.
In the end, we're going to do something on Saturday. He says we're going to do something on Friday night but I doubt it. He'll be sweaty and dirty and tired and want to go home. So Saturday we'll do something. I told him that it's up to him to plan because I'm still pissed. Ha ha. But I guess I love him enough to take backseat one more time to his life. It better be worth it, Dannie. And with that, I'm done.
Ah well. Love.
Anna