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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

I want to kiss my boyfriend's face real bad right now... I just might do it.

I love having swimming pool access... maybe being at home won't be so bad. Satelite, internet, phone line, pool, puppies, piano.... hmmmmmmmmmm...

I hope my parents stop acting so goofy... they always act this way when they go on trips... ewwwwww... mushy parents.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:20 PM

Today I scheduled my audition.
NYC here I come...
I have two and a half months to get in shape vocally, physically, spiritually, and financially.
Believe in me.
With some lessons, "bodyfalife" (one word, W.E.B.), getting into a peaceful environment, and getting another job... I think I can do it.
If you pray, do that for me. If not, send some happy chi my way or something.

I also swam 50 laps today... go me, go me.

I must cut out 6 jackets and sew them by tomorrow night. YAHOO! Procrasitnator am I. OOPS.

"Don't stop believin"
Journey
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 8:43 PM

Blogging again! Wahoo! Luckies.

I moved 95% of my stuff to my parent's house today. Looks like I won't be moving into the two bedroom apartment after all. Oh well. Presently I'm still looking for a way out of my parent's house. I'll keep you updated.
It is so hot. I can't even explain how hot it is to move shit from one sweltering area to another... oh my GOSH. And our maintenance guy is a flipping IDIOT. He almost got water all over Natalie's priceless records till I snagged them from his wrath. I'm pretty sure he'll manage to break our wine glasses. Good luck maintenance guy.
Dad definitely saw Daniel's Jim Beam in our freezer today. We did SO well of getting rid of all of the other stuff... but NOOOOO... he still caught me anyway. He didn't say anything. He loves me despite my drinking problem, perhaps.
I will move the other 5% home on Saturday after my 30 mile bike ride. That is, if I'm not dead. Crap. I want to be done with all this moving around BS.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 5:07 PM

Monday, June 27, 2005

Okay... here's a real post. I think the boy might have stopped reading this by now since I've been so attatched to myspace. I want to write about him, because I like writing about things that mean a lot to me. And he means a lot to me. I just hate when people write things and their only intention is for that one person to see and return the favor. That's not what this is. This is to let you, my friends, get a glimpse of the wonderful person in my life, since many of you have not spent a lot of time around him. Anyway... here's the deal... we met on New Year's 2004... so we've been together a while. And you all know I'm the queen of three month relationships. And a bit of a commitment phobiac. So that's a pretty big deal. It's just that it never seems like we've been together that long. Every day is like a new start. I'm always learning something new around him. It's like I've only seen the tip of the ice berg. And he makes me smile so much. It's not cheesey either. I've had guys be cliche and romantic before. I can open my own doors and all that. But the things he does are personalized. He'll do little things that mean a lot. Like for my birthday, he got me my favorite children's book that was out of print. I'd only mentioned it a few times. But he noticed and was sneaky and didn't give it away. I cried a little bit I was so happy. Anyone can buy flowers, but he got me Picasso the Green Treefrog. And he knows how to comfort me when I need it. But he also calls me out when my moping is out of line. Or when my demands are selfish or hurtful. I wish I could see him more, but that's something that time's going to have to work out. Hopefully I'll have a long time to spend with him, and I need to learn to be patient. We just live polar opposite lives for the most part. It's sort of good though. I've stayed in touch with people much better, because the relationship is not monopolizing my time. I also feel like I've stayed true to me. I'm sure I've changed, because inviting someone into your life does that. But I don't think I've changed into merely half of a couple like I usually do. I'm me and he's him and we just happen to want to be together. And I think the old saying is true. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I cannot wait to see him the next time from the second I leave his side. And that waiting is hard to do and sometimes super frustrating since we're horrible at making plans. But when I do see him, it is a feeling of being at home. I find an overwhelming comfort being with him. I can do, say, be anything. Good or bad. And he encourages me to strive for my dreams and be more of who I am with him in the everyday world. It's hard, but I'm trying. So that's it. There's a little peek. Now you might see a little more why I'm so happy right where I am.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 1:20 AM

I cannot sleep
I return to the blog
I must admit, my fling with myspace is fun
But you can only post over and over so long before it gets monotonous
They always come back
Don't they
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 1:16 AM