overwhelmed or underwhelmed?
saturday evening, after running, i trekked out to argenteuil after david got off work to go to the country. he stopped off at his apartment before leaving to pick up some condoms, and ironically, this is when he checked his mailbox which had the results from his blood test. the blood tests were for me in case i actually decided i wanted to go back on birth control (eh). but i guess my decision is made up for me since, as it turns out, david is damaged goods. this came as a big surprise to him since he's only been with a handful of people (yeah i'm a slut compared to him) and all his long-term relationships he was tested before..but just for hiv. i don't know whether this is a french/american thing, but like, ughm there's other things to be tested for other than hiv. do people not think of this? who am i to talk though. honestly. i'm such a hypocrite.
well it put a damper on things in the bedroom over the week end. to say the least.
sunday we slept super late and hung around in our pjs for a while. it was nice. then we broke a lamp wrestling in bed. we're crazy! we wanted to go mountain biking (finally, i've been waiting since i got back to france to use my bike!) but he had to put air in his tires first. what should have taken 5 minutes ended up taking 45 because the two pumps were broken and he ended up changing the wheel etc etc. i have never seen someone with such patience! i honestly would have thrown the bike across the room. but he just didn't give up, so determined to make me happy i guess. plus it didn't help that his mom, who's french and dramatic, had to come and make her little comments and suggestions. i love her and all, but, those french mom's can be an earful!
the bikes were fun. i got super muddy and almost broke my face. good times! david's parents are soo nice. soo nice it makes me feel bad. they offered me their microwave because mine is broken and they had one laying around for the last 2 years brand new. i now own a new whirpool microwave. well, it's still in the back of his car, but i can smell the 1 minute oatmeal already. i felt bad taking it, but they absolutely insisted. i couldn't say no. it's nice to be on the other side of the generosity. usually it's my rents.
speaking of the rent, i talked to my mom last night about restarting the whole visa/passport process to which she got all dramatic (so maybe it's all moms that are an earful) and she just made me so pissed off. i really need to get the ball rolling on this again. otherwise i'll be booted out of this country. with nothing left but my green boots.
speaking of green boots, i realize that david doesn't like my style. maybe that is because he has minimal style and doesn't put an ounce of thought into his clothes. that's fine. but i know he likes realllly simple (boring) clothes for girls, and here i am wearing marni mens shoes and tent dresses that don't show an ounce of skin or shape. but i love it. so whatever. he also likes bland food and i seem to make things that aren't necessarily spicy, but are just made with a lot of spices. eh.
matea is a great relationship therapist. she can really analyze and advise. love it.
speaking of advising..yesterday i had to meet with my group for the business strategy class and it turns out we had no clue what we were doing. finally at 8 we called it quits but i still had to stay to finish up a math/operations managment homework that should have done over the week end. i was starting to feel the pressure coming on and i kindof got myself worked up. and then as i left grenelle i exploded on my psuedo-crush (john robers the christian club president who has sworn his celibacy until marriage). i started crying on his (soft sweatshirted) shoulder. he looked me in the eyes and gave me his advice and made me feel warm inside. ah. yes, i have already considered the fact that having dirty thoughts about a godly man such as he is completely devilish of me. mwauuahhhahahaha. i'm not looking forward to the amount of work and galere this semester. for sure.
david as well was able to get my confidence back up and pick me up off my sorry ass.
so now i have leakhena's dog for the next 3 weeks. should be looadds of fun. well, atleast i know i'll be spending more time at home. i don't have the choice.
ok gotta go cause davio is here.
making 80 euros tomorrow selling my law book. swwweet. that will pay for my shoe addiction. sortof.
well it put a damper on things in the bedroom over the week end. to say the least.
sunday we slept super late and hung around in our pjs for a while. it was nice. then we broke a lamp wrestling in bed. we're crazy! we wanted to go mountain biking (finally, i've been waiting since i got back to france to use my bike!) but he had to put air in his tires first. what should have taken 5 minutes ended up taking 45 because the two pumps were broken and he ended up changing the wheel etc etc. i have never seen someone with such patience! i honestly would have thrown the bike across the room. but he just didn't give up, so determined to make me happy i guess. plus it didn't help that his mom, who's french and dramatic, had to come and make her little comments and suggestions. i love her and all, but, those french mom's can be an earful!
the bikes were fun. i got super muddy and almost broke my face. good times! david's parents are soo nice. soo nice it makes me feel bad. they offered me their microwave because mine is broken and they had one laying around for the last 2 years brand new. i now own a new whirpool microwave. well, it's still in the back of his car, but i can smell the 1 minute oatmeal already. i felt bad taking it, but they absolutely insisted. i couldn't say no. it's nice to be on the other side of the generosity. usually it's my rents.
speaking of the rent, i talked to my mom last night about restarting the whole visa/passport process to which she got all dramatic (so maybe it's all moms that are an earful) and she just made me so pissed off. i really need to get the ball rolling on this again. otherwise i'll be booted out of this country. with nothing left but my green boots.
speaking of green boots, i realize that david doesn't like my style. maybe that is because he has minimal style and doesn't put an ounce of thought into his clothes. that's fine. but i know he likes realllly simple (boring) clothes for girls, and here i am wearing marni mens shoes and tent dresses that don't show an ounce of skin or shape. but i love it. so whatever. he also likes bland food and i seem to make things that aren't necessarily spicy, but are just made with a lot of spices. eh.
matea is a great relationship therapist. she can really analyze and advise. love it.
speaking of advising..yesterday i had to meet with my group for the business strategy class and it turns out we had no clue what we were doing. finally at 8 we called it quits but i still had to stay to finish up a math/operations managment homework that should have done over the week end. i was starting to feel the pressure coming on and i kindof got myself worked up. and then as i left grenelle i exploded on my psuedo-crush (john robers the christian club president who has sworn his celibacy until marriage). i started crying on his (soft sweatshirted) shoulder. he looked me in the eyes and gave me his advice and made me feel warm inside. ah. yes, i have already considered the fact that having dirty thoughts about a godly man such as he is completely devilish of me. mwauuahhhahahaha. i'm not looking forward to the amount of work and galere this semester. for sure.
david as well was able to get my confidence back up and pick me up off my sorry ass.
so now i have leakhena's dog for the next 3 weeks. should be looadds of fun. well, atleast i know i'll be spending more time at home. i don't have the choice.
ok gotta go cause davio is here.
making 80 euros tomorrow selling my law book. swwweet. that will pay for my shoe addiction. sortof.