Avoiding writing a paper
I have to write 4 essays by Monday. Eeep! It's my own fault I've waited so long, though.
Not much has been going on lately. My two room mates, who I love as friends, are bums. Gabe refuses to get off his ass and look for a job. Paige is almost out of money. They need to find jobs badly--John and I will not be able to support them over the summer. At all. If they can't come up with rent money, we will not have full rent.
We were talking about marriage in confirmation class (holy cow, three weeks left!! eeek!) and the topic of marriage needing to be among equals, and take place with some forethought was brought up. Somehow age was brought into this, and John mentioned that that's why we're not married yet--he wants to wait till I'm older; people change a lot in the first few years after they leave home. (I was a little annoyed that he presumed my answer--on the other hand, I've kind of made it clear >.<) Our teacher took this and tried to run with it (she ended up stumbling, as she is loathe to offend people) and started talking about how you don't want one partner to have too much control over the other because of age differences, etc etc. It was obviously directed at John and I--but in such a way as I could not rebuke or correct her. He controls me my ass! The class before that one was pretty funny though--it was all about sex, and what is and is not OK. Marilyn (our instructor) got to talking about porn, and stated that people who look at and/or enjoy porn are completely incapable of forming healthy, mature relationships. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA *wipes tears from eyes* I wanted to laugh soooo hard. And watching people squirm as various sexual sins were brought up was funny (although I know I should not take amusement in other people's discomfort.) John kept going bright red about the ears, especially when the subject of cohabitation came up. He was VERY quick to point out that we have separate rooms.
Ooh! Ooh! I get to be a bridesmaid at KC's wedding! It's going to be a little awkward; wee haven't talked much over the past year and a half, her wedding's on a Tuesday (remember, I live in Seattle and don't drive) and I'm totally broke, so I hope she doesn't want me to buy a big fancy dress, but I'm looking forward to it all the same. Our relationship will never be what it once was, but I'd like it to get better. I wonder if she'll let me bring John?
*sigh* I am a total sentimental fool for that man. (Luckily, he's just as retarded for me as I am for him.) The thought of losing him, or even not having him around for long periods of time make me want to cry. It's stupid, but I don't sleep well if I don't say good night to him at night. Sometimes I miss him before he's left for somewhere, let alone after a day or two. (Have I mentioned lately how glad I am that he's no longer in the military?) I decided over a year ago that I want to share the rest of my life with him, and have his children someday. (Note the "someday"--I want to finish school and have at least a short career before I has me some babies.) I want to be an official member of his family (whom I adore.) But as impatient as I can be about the topic, I've got my whole life ahead of me; and waiting till I'm no longer a teenager can't hurt.
I should really go write that paper now.
Not much has been going on lately. My two room mates, who I love as friends, are bums. Gabe refuses to get off his ass and look for a job. Paige is almost out of money. They need to find jobs badly--John and I will not be able to support them over the summer. At all. If they can't come up with rent money, we will not have full rent.
We were talking about marriage in confirmation class (holy cow, three weeks left!! eeek!) and the topic of marriage needing to be among equals, and take place with some forethought was brought up. Somehow age was brought into this, and John mentioned that that's why we're not married yet--he wants to wait till I'm older; people change a lot in the first few years after they leave home. (I was a little annoyed that he presumed my answer--on the other hand, I've kind of made it clear >.<) Our teacher took this and tried to run with it (she ended up stumbling, as she is loathe to offend people) and started talking about how you don't want one partner to have too much control over the other because of age differences, etc etc. It was obviously directed at John and I--but in such a way as I could not rebuke or correct her. He controls me my ass! The class before that one was pretty funny though--it was all about sex, and what is and is not OK. Marilyn (our instructor) got to talking about porn, and stated that people who look at and/or enjoy porn are completely incapable of forming healthy, mature relationships. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA *wipes tears from eyes* I wanted to laugh soooo hard. And watching people squirm as various sexual sins were brought up was funny (although I know I should not take amusement in other people's discomfort.) John kept going bright red about the ears, especially when the subject of cohabitation came up. He was VERY quick to point out that we have separate rooms.
Ooh! Ooh! I get to be a bridesmaid at KC's wedding! It's going to be a little awkward; wee haven't talked much over the past year and a half, her wedding's on a Tuesday (remember, I live in Seattle and don't drive) and I'm totally broke, so I hope she doesn't want me to buy a big fancy dress, but I'm looking forward to it all the same. Our relationship will never be what it once was, but I'd like it to get better. I wonder if she'll let me bring John?
*sigh* I am a total sentimental fool for that man. (Luckily, he's just as retarded for me as I am for him.) The thought of losing him, or even not having him around for long periods of time make me want to cry. It's stupid, but I don't sleep well if I don't say good night to him at night. Sometimes I miss him before he's left for somewhere, let alone after a day or two. (Have I mentioned lately how glad I am that he's no longer in the military?) I decided over a year ago that I want to share the rest of my life with him, and have his children someday. (Note the "someday"--I want to finish school and have at least a short career before I has me some babies.) I want to be an official member of his family (whom I adore.) But as impatient as I can be about the topic, I've got my whole life ahead of me; and waiting till I'm no longer a teenager can't hurt.
I should really go write that paper now.