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I just can't wait to go home!! This break is going to be amazing, not only because I get to spend time with my Mommy and go to traditional Thanksgiving dinner at Sarah and Tom's like always, but because Marc is going to be with me like all the time! Not going to lie, I do miss my Mom very much and can't wait to have our typical chats with her. She's a pretty cool lady.
We have officially booked the hotel for Lake Geneva! It's going to be so awesome...a little getaway for just the two of us...the drive down, the time there, the drive back...just Us. A room to ourselves...no time limits...no parents...no roommates (even though I love her to death)...no nothing...just Marc and Marn. Love it. Can't wait for next Tuesday!!!
So I'm a loser and am very excited about the art project I'm working on right now. My teacher handed us all 15 foot long pieces of paper and said do whatever you want. So I immediately decided upon text. I am writing all over this sheet of paper with whatever comes to mind...quotes, lyrics, snippets of a story in my mind, random thoughts, whatever. Then I am going over the pencil with India ink and hand-drawing all the letters, elaborating on their structure and creating some sort of composition with the thickness and thinness of lines. I think it will be very strong in the end and I cannot wait to see how it turns out. There also may be a possibility of hitting it with some spray paint after all the text is down, but I'm thinking that the simplicity of the words, will be enough of an impact. Very exciting although I am going to have to work on it over break. Still, one of my favorite pieces I've ever thought of. YAY!
Really, Marc. Wow. I get pretty sappy at night, I've noticed, but honestly, I'm allowed. I've been running errands today, finishing and starting some odds and ends for jobs and assignments and really, all I think about is how happy I am. I'm serious, right now, I'm probably going through one of the most stressful times this semester so far and not only am I surviving, but I'm having a blast. I cannot get over how that feels. To be so conflicted and yet, so giddy that I could probably stop at any point during the day and scream out over the quad, "Hey EVERYBODY!!! Look how happy I am!!!". This really is because of Marc...because of our equal relationship together. He and I must talk 4-5 times a day, just to say hi, to catch up, to remind each other that we are thinking of them, and really, it gets me through each day with a big smile. I have never been involved with someone so dedicated, so understanding, or as giving as Goot. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes because I find myself in disbelief of how lucky I am to have him in my life. I find myself repeating over and over to myself that this is what I was waiting for. That he is what I literally wished for all those nights when Rach and I would sit together and talk about boys. Don't get me wrong, I am an independent girl. Someone who doesn't need to ask permission to speak, act, or believe, but having someone next to me feeling the same, or being ready to listen is incredible. I've never NEEDED a boyfriend in my life. I've never been one of those girls that couldn't function without a relationship tagging along with their name. Never have I been the girl to jump from one guy to another, just hanging on because there was nothing else that felt right. I was the one that hoped that one day, after dating some guys that just weren't for me, I would find someone that had similar interests as I did. Someone that actually did smoke occasionally (hey, to me, it's important), drink when they went out, laughed at the silly things and cried at the sad. Knew how to talk to me when I was hyper, upset, or inbetween. Knew how to pick up the phone and call just as much as I did. Knew how to goof off, play, and then completely be serious when the times called for it. All I ever wanted was someone to give just as much as I did and always planned on. Someone who wanted all this just as bad as I did. I can't believe I found him.
One of my favorite quotes, one that reminds me of my Dad, "You can try to get through life without magic, but the odds are against you", is so true. I did try to get through life without magic. I tried to date people that were not there for me mentally, physically or emotionally. People that weren't on the same level intellectully, spiritually, or rationally. Guys who just sucked (sorry for lack of better term). Well, it's nice to know that the magic pulled through. It's great to find out that it all wasn't an illusion and that when I did actually set my eyes on him over the summer, I was really seeing what I thought I was...a possible future.
That sounds so creepy and scary when it's actually put into words. But I can remember so vividly when I first saw him. In his orange public works shirt, tired as hell, half-asleep, slouched in his chair. Haha, any normal girl would have turned away because it looked like I was staring, but I was like to myself, I would love to get to know that guy. Ta-da! Magic does exist.
Wow, I can really get on tangents about Marc. Crazy girl. I'm sorry to all that are not Marc and who read this, lol. I must sound obsessively nuts. Hey, I must sound that way to Marc too...oy. I'm not, here I just get to spill it all out at once. So take it as you will.
So I'm exhausted but haven't gone to bed before two in a long while and am struggling with the idea of laying down now. Hm. I think I will go catch up in my actual journal. I can't get enough writing in. Never can.
Here's a quote I really like and want to share....
"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well."
-Josh Billings
Alright, that's my cue to head out....peace.
We have officially booked the hotel for Lake Geneva! It's going to be so awesome...a little getaway for just the two of us...the drive down, the time there, the drive back...just Us. A room to ourselves...no time limits...no parents...no roommates (even though I love her to death)...no nothing...just Marc and Marn. Love it. Can't wait for next Tuesday!!!
So I'm a loser and am very excited about the art project I'm working on right now. My teacher handed us all 15 foot long pieces of paper and said do whatever you want. So I immediately decided upon text. I am writing all over this sheet of paper with whatever comes to mind...quotes, lyrics, snippets of a story in my mind, random thoughts, whatever. Then I am going over the pencil with India ink and hand-drawing all the letters, elaborating on their structure and creating some sort of composition with the thickness and thinness of lines. I think it will be very strong in the end and I cannot wait to see how it turns out. There also may be a possibility of hitting it with some spray paint after all the text is down, but I'm thinking that the simplicity of the words, will be enough of an impact. Very exciting although I am going to have to work on it over break. Still, one of my favorite pieces I've ever thought of. YAY!
Really, Marc. Wow. I get pretty sappy at night, I've noticed, but honestly, I'm allowed. I've been running errands today, finishing and starting some odds and ends for jobs and assignments and really, all I think about is how happy I am. I'm serious, right now, I'm probably going through one of the most stressful times this semester so far and not only am I surviving, but I'm having a blast. I cannot get over how that feels. To be so conflicted and yet, so giddy that I could probably stop at any point during the day and scream out over the quad, "Hey EVERYBODY!!! Look how happy I am!!!". This really is because of Marc...because of our equal relationship together. He and I must talk 4-5 times a day, just to say hi, to catch up, to remind each other that we are thinking of them, and really, it gets me through each day with a big smile. I have never been involved with someone so dedicated, so understanding, or as giving as Goot. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes because I find myself in disbelief of how lucky I am to have him in my life. I find myself repeating over and over to myself that this is what I was waiting for. That he is what I literally wished for all those nights when Rach and I would sit together and talk about boys. Don't get me wrong, I am an independent girl. Someone who doesn't need to ask permission to speak, act, or believe, but having someone next to me feeling the same, or being ready to listen is incredible. I've never NEEDED a boyfriend in my life. I've never been one of those girls that couldn't function without a relationship tagging along with their name. Never have I been the girl to jump from one guy to another, just hanging on because there was nothing else that felt right. I was the one that hoped that one day, after dating some guys that just weren't for me, I would find someone that had similar interests as I did. Someone that actually did smoke occasionally (hey, to me, it's important), drink when they went out, laughed at the silly things and cried at the sad. Knew how to talk to me when I was hyper, upset, or inbetween. Knew how to pick up the phone and call just as much as I did. Knew how to goof off, play, and then completely be serious when the times called for it. All I ever wanted was someone to give just as much as I did and always planned on. Someone who wanted all this just as bad as I did. I can't believe I found him.
One of my favorite quotes, one that reminds me of my Dad, "You can try to get through life without magic, but the odds are against you", is so true. I did try to get through life without magic. I tried to date people that were not there for me mentally, physically or emotionally. People that weren't on the same level intellectully, spiritually, or rationally. Guys who just sucked (sorry for lack of better term). Well, it's nice to know that the magic pulled through. It's great to find out that it all wasn't an illusion and that when I did actually set my eyes on him over the summer, I was really seeing what I thought I was...a possible future.
That sounds so creepy and scary when it's actually put into words. But I can remember so vividly when I first saw him. In his orange public works shirt, tired as hell, half-asleep, slouched in his chair. Haha, any normal girl would have turned away because it looked like I was staring, but I was like to myself, I would love to get to know that guy. Ta-da! Magic does exist.
Wow, I can really get on tangents about Marc. Crazy girl. I'm sorry to all that are not Marc and who read this, lol. I must sound obsessively nuts. Hey, I must sound that way to Marc too...oy. I'm not, here I just get to spill it all out at once. So take it as you will.
So I'm exhausted but haven't gone to bed before two in a long while and am struggling with the idea of laying down now. Hm. I think I will go catch up in my actual journal. I can't get enough writing in. Never can.
Here's a quote I really like and want to share....
"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well."
-Josh Billings
Alright, that's my cue to head out....peace.