Monday, December 12, 2005
Bursting with, well, happiness (and clichés, apparently)
Sarah and I are getting back together.
I told my parents.
I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Because I wanted to tell the world, but I wanted them to find out from me first, so I had to find a way to tell them.
I found a way. I'm sure they won't be happy about it, but, well, that's life. We'll all deal with it and move on.
We've become the sickeningly cute couple again in a really alarmingly small amount of time. And we haven't even seen each other in person since the Weekend from Hell entry. I just know that we're both going to burst into tears when we see each other (she's driving down for New Year's) and spend at least an hour of our precious time together weeping uncontrollably. But that's okay, because we need to do that, and as long as we're together, I don't really care what we do. I'd be happy just to watch her sleep. I won't get to, though, because we're doing this whole "taking it slowly" thing, so she's going to sleep on my trundle bed in the living room, and she always wakes up before me (although maybe I could get up for a midnight snack...).
I think we've averaged at least two hours of (really enjoyable) conversation a day. That is a lot of talking. Sometimes there are pauses. Sometimes we just listen to each other breathe (I know, I know). Also, sometimes we talk about really random--not to say strange--stuff. But we never run out of things to say. And that is just amazing. I am so stupid, head-over-heels, distracted, foolish, vacantly grinning, absurdly happy, fabulously much in love. So much so that I don't care how ridiculously ungrammatical that last sentence was or how I've used way too many adverbs and not enough commas in this entry so far.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I am really tired but can't sleep and Shannon made me cookies (yay!), and I am just soooo wired and oh God pleeeease can I sleep soon because I have to work in, oh, 5 1/2 hours, and I am NOT going to be a pretty sight in the morning if I don't get some more sleep in.
My feet are like big iceballs stuck to the ends of my legs, so I'm going to go back to bed where it's warm before I get hypothermia and all my toes fall off. Good night!
I told my parents.
I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Because I wanted to tell the world, but I wanted them to find out from me first, so I had to find a way to tell them.
I found a way. I'm sure they won't be happy about it, but, well, that's life. We'll all deal with it and move on.
We've become the sickeningly cute couple again in a really alarmingly small amount of time. And we haven't even seen each other in person since the Weekend from Hell entry. I just know that we're both going to burst into tears when we see each other (she's driving down for New Year's) and spend at least an hour of our precious time together weeping uncontrollably. But that's okay, because we need to do that, and as long as we're together, I don't really care what we do. I'd be happy just to watch her sleep. I won't get to, though, because we're doing this whole "taking it slowly" thing, so she's going to sleep on my trundle bed in the living room, and she always wakes up before me (although maybe I could get up for a midnight snack...).
I think we've averaged at least two hours of (really enjoyable) conversation a day. That is a lot of talking. Sometimes there are pauses. Sometimes we just listen to each other breathe (I know, I know). Also, sometimes we talk about really random--not to say strange--stuff. But we never run out of things to say. And that is just amazing. I am so stupid, head-over-heels, distracted, foolish, vacantly grinning, absurdly happy, fabulously much in love. So much so that I don't care how ridiculously ungrammatical that last sentence was or how I've used way too many adverbs and not enough commas in this entry so far.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I am really tired but can't sleep and Shannon made me cookies (yay!), and I am just soooo wired and oh God pleeeease can I sleep soon because I have to work in, oh, 5 1/2 hours, and I am NOT going to be a pretty sight in the morning if I don't get some more sleep in.
My feet are like big iceballs stuck to the ends of my legs, so I'm going to go back to bed where it's warm before I get hypothermia and all my toes fall off. Good night!
