The Down Side of Love

It turns out, there is a down side to love. that part is the time when you aren’t together. when one person is leaving town for two weeks and the other person can't even be bothered to capitalize the opening words of her sentences.

I keep thinking, "I can't do this. I can't live my life, not even for two weeks, without him. He's my love, my life. I need him the most. of anyone in my life, he is of the utmost importance. I love him the most. even more than my own parents." there is probably something wrong with that isn't there?

He'll hate this but that on-line tarot reading was right. We are so passionate about each other, to a fault even. In bed, we are passionate, experimental, with a lot of push and pull. Out of bed we are just the same. Our relationship can be turbulent at times, because we have a tendency to have heated discussions and debates about things. But we love each other so deeply. When pulled apart, it hurts. we are attached and we like it that way. we have it hard but we wouldn’t have it any other way. Love is something that you have to work at but we are meant to be. even if we do fight, it's worth it. after that passionate fight we make up passionately: warm kisses, “I'm Sorry”s and tight hugs.

We are so in love.

So to all those Nay-Sayers, you only wish you had it this good.

My Genius

Ok. A little backstory.

Recently, there was a small, innocent child born. However. This child was (aparently) doomed. Doomed to a life of trying to take over the world... or at least be made fun of ruthlessly on playgrounds and at lunch tables across the country. The child was doomed by his name - Sephiroth.

That's right.

The One-winged Angel.

So, in commemeration of this momentousley idiotic and hilairiouse occaision, my genius of a boyfriend has made a video celebrating his birth. Enjoy.

Poor...evil... child.

Me Homieth!!

Dis be a guest post written by me homieth...aww nevermind. lunch ended. :P
Laters.

I'm Not Working Either

...I should have named my blog that.... not a lot of people would have recognized that though. eh...

So, here's a crazy theory for ya: Leisure time is bad.

Think about it. Back in the old days, people didn't have a lot of leisure time and, man, did they get shit done! You don't generally hear about a farmer in the 1920's who didn't get his crops planted because he was too busy blogging. I know a lot of people who -

...my Sobe Green Tea has more Ginseng and Ginkgo Biloba than the Energy blend that I brought to the AP test...

- waste a crap-load of time doing things online or on video games when they should be spending time doing homework or housework, what have you. (By the way, this obviously includes me. I am not in denial here.) And how do said people acquire such habits? By having leisure time to begin with. If we didn't have the time to acquire such a craving (yes, a craving. gaming and surfing the net are absolutely addictions.) for these things then we...well...wouldn't have them. See my point?

"They’re like marijuana for the mentally dull. What, tortillas?" -My cousin Tina

It's no wonder that those kids who belong to every club in the universe have such great grades. They don't have games and web-logs to worry about. They spend their time doing their work and then practice for sport, then music, then... whatever they have, then they have just enough time to eat and maybe have a conversation on the phone with a friend and it's time for bed. They don't have time to become addicted to the American leisure life. They probably think they're missing out on something but really, what are they missing? Quality time killing zombies? Smooshing mushrooms? Learning Firaga? Becoming known as a brilliant professor by a dim-witted, one sided "Truth Peddler"? All good ways to pass the time perhaps, but they aren’t missing anything truly worthwhile.

I'm off to not follow my own advice.

Later.

Drip drip drip...goes the water!

So... uh... Here's a little entry I started last year and never finished... I don't know how it would have finished at all but I thought it was fun I'm feeling the need to post something because I can't post what I just wrote because a certine somone would be angry with me...not that that should matter anymore at this point but what can I say, I actaully still care about him.

Anyways, here's a little Junior year fun.

"So, the novelty is kind of comming back. this will be fun, I think. Easy work involving people. Could be because I got some... hmmm.

So, I've decided to make this post a running one. In other words, I write something as something comes to mind. I'll do other things but if something comes to mind, I'll write it here. I'll save it as a draft and keep it for a day, when I go to bed I save it. Should be fun for all of us.

My first thought is, Glenn is hott now. And that's just messed up. He's always been the "he's so cute but not physicly hot" guy.

Aparently, according to Zach, my next HTML project should have a flashing rainbow backround. hmmm...no."

Working Girl

So, today I have training for my new job!

...and the novelty is already wearing off... maby it's because I've been excited for so long that I can't be excited anymore. I mean... I kept this up for a week!

Anyways, the AP test was today ( Advanced Placement English Language and Composition - if I pass the test, I get collage credit... mabey... or it might just look good... if I go to collage...) and it was kind of a letdown. The entire class is basicly preperation for this test. We get there and do it and it's... easy.

Hello uber sarcasm face.

It made for some good reading, though, I'm afraid to talk about it because somone could like... find out and my grade could be invalidated. (?) So yeah. dun worry. it's cool. And now, I'm all... "I don't have anything to worry about anymore!" Except that... I do. I have a bunch of other classes to worry about. ...damn. It never ends, huh?

But, what's going to be great about this summer is that I'm not going to fall into my old summer slump. All signs point there anyways.

... Hey. They don't know what the hell you're talking about. ...oh. right...

Every summer I end up falling into a depression of one depth or another.I'm not one to go around to all my friends and whine, "oh I'm so sad!! Look at my cuts! they hurt so good. they're my only friends." I keep it to myself. "Mine is a lonley sadness", as I seem to remember someone saying... sometime... or another. But anyways, it usually has something to do with me feeling this... looming, nightmarish fear that I'm going to remain stationary. No friends, no partner, no job, nothing. just me and my couch and my stewing.

But this year, thanks to my best friend and My Lover, I have both a job and a partner in crime and passion. And we'll all be working in the same area of town! So, we'll be able to go out to lunch whenever we want. So I'll get to see my friends and well... the whole package - everything that I usually don't.

Yet I'm still worried... which is probably half the problem.

Hey guys, see it...ok? please. Thanks. Love you guys.

Laters.