I think I'm afraid of not doing anything. I'm finally home, sitting on my own bed with my laptop's battery slowly dying, it's 2:45 AM, and I've spent the last couple of hours checking out the links on collegehumor.com and playing Yahoo typer shark.
My dad asked me if I was serious about Ryan. I thought about birth control, how sore my breasts were (still) feeling, and what said boyfriend and I did upon waking up this morning. (Sore breasts are NOT a result of what we did this morning....pervs.....). Then I thought about how we spend maybe almost half of our nights together, how we each keep an extra toothbrush for the other, how he's the first person I call or want to be with when anything good, bad, or anything in between happens....how he helps me sort out my life, how he takes all the crap I give him and the mood swings, how he started to not listen to his IPOD around me because he knows I don't think he's listening when he probably is, how he hates Nip/Tuck but watches it with me anyway and covers his eyes when the graphic surgery scenes show up, how he has a campusfood.com account for my room in addition to the one for his, how he tickles me constantly so I'll pay attention to him, how he can't stand looking at any of my classwork, how easily he can pick me up, how much I depend on him.
Yes dad, I'm serious about Ryan.
3am....guess I won't make it to breakfast with the folks in the morning.
My dad asked me if I was serious about Ryan. I thought about birth control, how sore my breasts were (still) feeling, and what said boyfriend and I did upon waking up this morning. (Sore breasts are NOT a result of what we did this morning....pervs.....). Then I thought about how we spend maybe almost half of our nights together, how we each keep an extra toothbrush for the other, how he's the first person I call or want to be with when anything good, bad, or anything in between happens....how he helps me sort out my life, how he takes all the crap I give him and the mood swings, how he started to not listen to his IPOD around me because he knows I don't think he's listening when he probably is, how he hates Nip/Tuck but watches it with me anyway and covers his eyes when the graphic surgery scenes show up, how he has a campusfood.com account for my room in addition to the one for his, how he tickles me constantly so I'll pay attention to him, how he can't stand looking at any of my classwork, how easily he can pick me up, how much I depend on him.
Yes dad, I'm serious about Ryan.
3am....guess I won't make it to breakfast with the folks in the morning.
posted by Laura at 2:45:00 AM
2 Comments:
(1) Typer shark? Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerd
(2) Afraid of not doing anything... If I'm reading that right, then I know exactly how you feel. Not doing anything scared the crap out of me.
(3) Awwww, aren't you two cute. ::mildly jealous:: But yay for you!
-B
B apparently doesn't believe in updating anymore, or at least he hasn't since October 25th. Taking massive amounts of credits in classes whose subjects I can't pronounce and thought didn't exist outside of Orson Scott Card novels is no excuse to not update your livejournal.
But thanks for the comment ;-)
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