I gave it my best shot!
Turns out I have better aim than I realized.
For the past approximately 2 years, Eric and I have been philosophizing about the reasons why I have suddenly become a hermit.
When I met Eric, I had people over my house all the time. There was the friend I would cry about Jon (he is another blog entry in itself, ugh) to, there was the bestest friend (who still remains my friend albeit long distance), and there were the random people who stopped by or that I spoke with via chat or phone. I enjoyed my "me" time, but I also enjoyed hanging out with friends and being sociable.
Once Eric moved in however, I always thought it was rude to have people over because I realized it was entirely possible he could be left to watch TV all by his lonesome, ignored and having nothing else to do (this was before I realized he was entirely serious when he said that he loves to watch TV). That never worked for me, so I lost the social butterfly that was never that strong to begin with and began spending most of my time with him.
Well now, after nearly three years, I am beginning to make the effort. I started with my PE friend; she said she was going out and didn't want to, so I offered to go with her to make it a bit more bearable. She never actually did get back with me but I made sure that she knew I was still interested. I also asked if she wanted to go to the gym with us one time, to which she never responded. But I am not disgruntled or discouraged--yet. I will keep making offers (she's in college and living with her strict parents--there's only so much I can expect) and maybe one day her mom will like one.
I should probably start by asking her to go with me to the mall if I ever have a few extra dollars to spend.
Yesterday however, I made my first non-Eric induced attempt: I asked a few old friends from high school to come over and play board games with me!
We all had way too much fun playing board games. I guess that's the little kid in us wanting very badly to resurface. It was great fun. After playing Life and Scrabble, we just sat around for 30-45 minutes talking about retarded stuff. I'm sure our neighbors were none too happy with us, because we have some rather loud friends and I can be loud myself.
What's funny is that when I went to bed, my voice was hoarse! I realized I hadn't done that much talking and laughing in one sitting in a very long time. See, Eric makes me laugh all the time, but when you're around multiple funny people, the funny is multiplied ten-fold.
So now you know (if you read my previous entry). I did indeed manage to keep up the light tone and laughter through the day. We cleaned--a lot--and the apartment looks amazing (as do my eyebrows), we went to the amusement park, had a few friends over, and we also started building a house together on the Sims 2 Seasons. This brings me to my next point however:
I'm not creative in the slightest bit. I don't understand why not.
I always keep things the same. I'm going to try and shake things up a bit. The only problem is that I find really good color combinations and never want to let them up. I'll see if there's not something I can do though. I know there has to be somewhere!
Anyway, I'm done.
**Lenurbean <3
P.S. -- I managed to take a really cute picture of Cloud yesterday. I like it a lot. It's not real focused though. He kept moving and whenever I turn my flash off, it doesn't focus for me. It's just a digital camera. Nothing fancy. It does what I need it to do since I'm not a professional or anything.