back in the states, at my parents house.
hating it. not because it's the states, but.
take a guess. jesus.
being with him is the easiest thing in the world. he is so much of my comfort and he doesn't even have to do anything. loving him was so easy, i doubted that i really did when i relationship went into the depths of being 'serious'. there was never 'fiery passion' in our relationship; and i don't think there should have been. both of us are too relaxed for that.
of course i'm young. i have minimal experience of my own with relationships. i've also been through a lot in my life so far at the hands of my once very unstable parents.
but.
again, without my mom i don't know where i'd be right now.
that i have her support for everything i do, including this relationship...what words do i have for that?
excuse me while i go spout
celine dion lyrics.
about housing.
my mom called and questioned them, got the answers i already knew. i move in sunday, so lauren and i are going to try to switch with one of her roommates into the room i would be living in. even if it's not allowed until 'moving week'. however--mom tells me dad is mad over this, and is going to call them monday. if there's one thing i can count on with my father, it's his anger to motivate him and his frugality concerning money.
feeling
listening to
No Air by Jordin Sparks feat. Chris Brown