now with more emo
flying yesterday sucked. my flight was delayed a whopping three hours--that's three hours that i could've been spending with my boyfriend. three hours i could've used to cook myself something healthy, instead of having to eat airport food. three hours that i could've been doing anything else anywhere else other than staring wistfully into the distance at hartsfield.
granted, russ and i now have to go back to those painfully longing phone conversations. fine. i mean, i would prefer to be able to see him on a daily basis, but given the "long distance" part of this "long distance relationship," i understand that sometimes i just have to suck up, deal, and make sure that my phone is charged. but if i'm going to be all "i miss you so much" over the phone, it had better be when we're 900 miles away, and not while we're still IN THE SAME FUCKING STATE.
grrrrumble.
so, after all that, i finally get into LGA around 11:30pm, and home around midnight. for some reason, the past two times i've flown back into new york, my ears pop something dreadful in the descent. it hasn't happened flying elsewhere, just touching down here. so i walk into my apartment, and suzan's got a hug waiting for me, and that was nice. we chatted about something that i don't quite remember because i a) was tired and b) still couldn't hear properly, and then i walked into my room, just as messy as when i left it russ and i left it. there i was, just needing to collapse but not wanting to fight with my suitcase to find pj-type clothing, and then i find, strewn on my floor, one of russ' white undershirts that he'd forgotten. so, i slipped it on and passed out....
and woke up. alone. for the first time in a month. in a shirt that smells like him.
i told you it'd be emo.
so. ugh. alone. after a month of constant human interaction in one form or another, i am back to being by myself. and after nearly two months of sporadic traveling, i am home for an extended period of time. my last semester starts tomorrow. it feels...weird.
more later, i'm sure.
EDIT--
oh, also, did i mention that last night? i had a dream that russ and i got married.
that's right. i dreamt our wedding.
granted, russ and i now have to go back to those painfully longing phone conversations. fine. i mean, i would prefer to be able to see him on a daily basis, but given the "long distance" part of this "long distance relationship," i understand that sometimes i just have to suck up, deal, and make sure that my phone is charged. but if i'm going to be all "i miss you so much" over the phone, it had better be when we're 900 miles away, and not while we're still IN THE SAME FUCKING STATE.
grrrrumble.
so, after all that, i finally get into LGA around 11:30pm, and home around midnight. for some reason, the past two times i've flown back into new york, my ears pop something dreadful in the descent. it hasn't happened flying elsewhere, just touching down here. so i walk into my apartment, and suzan's got a hug waiting for me, and that was nice. we chatted about something that i don't quite remember because i a) was tired and b) still couldn't hear properly, and then i walked into my room, just as messy as when i left it russ and i left it. there i was, just needing to collapse but not wanting to fight with my suitcase to find pj-type clothing, and then i find, strewn on my floor, one of russ' white undershirts that he'd forgotten. so, i slipped it on and passed out....
and woke up. alone. for the first time in a month. in a shirt that smells like him.
i told you it'd be emo.
so. ugh. alone. after a month of constant human interaction in one form or another, i am back to being by myself. and after nearly two months of sporadic traveling, i am home for an extended period of time. my last semester starts tomorrow. it feels...weird.
more later, i'm sure.
EDIT--
oh, also, did i mention that last night? i had a dream that russ and i got married.
that's right. i dreamt our wedding.