So I'm updating again. (Yay) Once again I don't really have a plan at all, fasten your seat belts there's no telling where this will go. I suppose talking about my life is something I can do all for your viewing pleasure.
Well, I am currently in my first romantic relationship, I've only been with him for two months and we've both met each others families. Not because we are nescisarily serious about each other but more or less for kicks. Don't get me wrong. I don't take him or my relationship lightly, it's just not at the stage of I am going to permenatly stuck with this person for the rest of my life. So it was just like an introduction, a "hi mom and dad this is so and so. " Nothing more. When people refer to me being with him they notice that I care. Yup, I am a softy, sometimes. I don't think that I'll fall a part if we break up though, but maybe I'll suprise myself and cry. Maybe. My mother said something along the lines of "You love him." I looked at her and chuckled, "I don't know about that. Let's call it strong like." So no love just strong like. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. If he really wants to hear that word, the L word he'll have to drag it out of me... and not in another language. That's cheating.
Well I'm tired of writing bye!
So I haven't updated in awhile, as Daniel has pointed out to me over and over. Sorry, I know you asked me not to mention you but at least I'm listening to you when you say update (sometimes anyway)... and you can't expect too much out of me.... Well, it's one in the morning and I'm listening to the ever so fabulous song Time in a Bottle, for those of you who have not heard it look it up on youtube and give it a listen. Yeah, it's a sappy love-ish song but hey I like it and it's a total classic.
Anyway I've had several different ideas for an update and I even tried to write one out but it ran into the ground, so you pretty much just have me rambling on with nothing particularly deep or thoughtful to say. Most of my thoughts these days are too preoccupied to be very deep.
I'm pretty sure that Blue Like Jazz is one of the best books that I've ever read, that my boyfriend's job is a nesscisary evil and that I secretly (well maybe it's not so secret now) daydream about stealing him, kicking his employer in his face for making him work forty hours a week and not giving him a larger raise. I also think that I shouldn't write these things late at night and completely unplanned because I'm probably going to get myself in trouble some way.
So with that I conclude this entry, laters.
