Okay, okay, so I still have two days left - but November is such an exciting month!
Last night, Daniel and I went to a live acrobatic cat show in Denver. Not only did we geek out at nearly every second of it, there was a small act involving several precious foster kittens.
After the show, the audience was invited on stage to meet “the stars”, and to ask questions. We ended up signing adoption papers for a fuzzy little orange guy and we’re keeping our fingers crossed that we get him!
So, I apologize for not having posted in ages.
We had to deal with the insane and unfathomably immature behavior of Daniel’s now ex-roommate, who decided he didn’t have to help clean the apartment and told Daniel’s mom to go fuck herself, as well as having apparently told his parents that I was living at their shithole apartment for 3 solid months — I have my own, lovely apartment, thank you very much.
So there was all the moving out business - and then there was all the moving in business, as well. Now I can barely navigate my apartment around Daniel’s myriad boxes!
We’ve also bought quite a lot of furniture recently, and eventually I will post photos of our place once it resembles normalcy. It was all from Ikea, so there was MUCH assembly required. I can’t wait for everything to be put away, though, and to give away a bunch of Daniel’s crap that we 100% don’t need.
And then there’s the fact that I’ve been busy trying to get a job! So there have been a few interviews here and there. Even after finals, May has proved to be a very busy month.
You know when you think a person is made up of so much more, and then discover that they are in fact just really small inside, and you wonder why you allow yourself to even be surprised anymore…
In three weeks, Daniel will be living with me.
Words cannot possibly depict the way my insides are dancing at the thought of this; and at the same time, it feels so uninterestingly natural. We are both so comfortable together, it really only makes sense that we live together.
We already sleep together, shower together, brush our teeth together, eat together, and grocery shop together. We are brilliantly domestic.
This was my first Easter living on my own. Not that I particularly celebrate the holiday, as the Christian bastardization of the Pagan holiday holds little interest to me now that I’m too old for egg hunts, but we always go to dinner together.
Today, they came up to see me and we went out for dinner as usual - it was nice to still be able to do these things while I am living on my own.
Christmas will prove interesting, though, as well as Thanksgiving. I’m fairly certain that Daniel’s mom and dad will both be having shindigs that we will undoubtedly be respectively invited to; and although I imagine they’ll be having much grander celebrations than my family, I don’t know how much I want to get dragged to three Thanksgivings and Christmases. I guess we’ll see when the time comes!
So beware,
this will be sappy.
We’ve been together just under 7 months now, and I really could not be more content with my relationship. Yesterday, I was miserably ill with food poisoning and Daniel drove to my apartment, picked me up, and took me to his place so that he could make sure I had anything I needed, and then let me play some Skyrim when my fever subsided. He took care of me last week, too, when I had a nasty little cold accompanied by another nice little fever.
When he looks at me, there is never any doubt. He sees through me, through my entirety, and doesn’t turn away from anything. I can be unabashedly silly and goofy and forgetful and clumsy, and it doesn’t matter. He will smile and laugh at me, and be just as goofy. He will dry my tears when I hit a low and am consumed by self-loathing. He knows me, somehow he knows almost every part of me, and I don’t feel scared that he does. I don’t worry that he will use these things to manipulate me. I don’t feel like I’m being used or taken advantage of. In fact, I feel quite safe, which is why I have absolutely no trepidation regarding the fact that in just six weeks he will be living with me.
Also, he said we can get another cat.
Come the final day of each year, which for the record are never usually very exciting for me, I rarely even bother with resolutions for the upcoming year. I don’t keep them, so why make them? This year, I told myself that I wanted to get on top of my health and to also lose weight.
Well I’m finally trying to keep up with that. I’ve been doing small workouts each day, and I’m eating salads for lunch with low fat/ low sugar dressings, and avoiding lots of greasy, bready foods (saying goodbye to my love of pizza rolls will be difficult). I’m replacing my morning s’more poptart fix with soft-scrambled eggs with a little bit of shredded cheese and pepper. Whenever I crave something sweet, I turn to canned mandarin oranges.
So far I feel better, like I’m cleaner on the inside, and I find that I have loads more energy than I have in a long time. I already feel good, even though there have so far been any obvious physical changes.
I am so unfathomably happy the weekend is here (for me, it is).
I have ample time to finish my homework, the boyfriend and I are seeing Dr. Dog on Friday night and The Woman In Black on Saturday, and then on Sunday I am going over to my parents’ house for the game.
My family doesn’t even like football, but we are using it as an excuse for a party with lots of food and booze and chill people.
I should really be working on my personal narrative essay right now.
Instead, I’m doodling comical porn in my daily planner.
That awkward moment when someone reblogs a photoset of your cat,
erases your caption,
and rewrites their own in Spanish about how much they love your cat: “ESTAS EN MI BLOG POR QUE DE VERDAD TE AMO”.