5 posts tagged “boyfriend”

How do you feel about your birthday?  Do you look forward to it and remind all your friends, or do you dread it and try to keep it a secret?

This is really ironic because in 15 minutes, I will be 23 years old.

I don't know how I feel about my birthday.  I think on a general level, I dread it.  It's never really been a time of celebration for me.  Things tend to go wrong in my family around birthdays and holidays. 

But now I have a wonderful guy who has spent the last few days making me smile more than I have in years.  I think that Ryan has got to be the best (early) birthday present I could ever hope for.  I don't want anything else for my birthday but him for the rest of my life.

God I'm so disgustingly cute in love... >.>

Ryan and I watching Ace of Cakes together:

"She has a very ambiguous ethnicity.

I like that in a broom--woman."

Yes, people. I am teh smurt.

My boyfriend is so cute. He's trying to wake up the kittens, who are very much against any sort of waking. Unfortunately this means that they'll be unholy terrors ALL night while we're trying to sleep. Oh, joy!

I am also very, very sick.

So, school. Yeah. Scared. Petrified. Kinda excited. Normal? Probably. Nice? Not even.

Okay, enough of talking in short, clipped sentences. I don't really have much to stay other than that.

My boyfriend is still cute, by the way. Like, totally.

Before I get on with this post, I just wanted to say that I've posted a bunch of my back photography in my dA gallery, and would everyone go take a look? I'm in need of constructive criticism, but even a simple "that's nice, good job!" is appreciated: afterthestars.deviantart.com

Well, Ryan has convinced me to at least try to do this whole school thing before we just set off to CA. Sure, I'll be a bunch in debt once I'm done, but people manage to get in and out of debt all the time. As long as I'm hard-working and frugal, I can do this bitch.

So, as of right now, the plan is to move to Portland. I'm looking at a couple apartments, and am talking with someone who wants to rent a room in a nice townhouse close to my school. I would love to be close enough to walk (seeing as how my first class is OMG-it's-early in the morning. But, well, I can learn the early-morning bus system. And it is in one of the good parts of town so the bus shouldn't be too bad.

Also, I'm going to soon be in the market for a digital camera. Like, a nice one, if I can swing it. Katy's agreed to help me find a used one for not-so-much if I can come up with monies. I'm thinking about holding a fund-raising event of some sort. Like, forcing Ryan to bake cakes, pies, and cookies and then sell them to peoples. I doubt I'll get much money.

Get a job, you say? Why, brilliant! Because I shall get a job--I'm looking for one in the Portland area as we speak (well, sort of--it's loading in another tab). But I'll need all the monetary help I can get, lemme tell you what. I can afford to go to UP, but just barely. I need all the cash I can get. My parents, it seems, can be coerced into helping if it's dire enough. Maybe I can get them to flip the bill for the camera.

So, I'ma get my hair cut soon. It's not for vanity's sake, it seriously needs it. The hotter it gets, the more miserable I am with longer hair. And the more miserable I am, the more I take it out on people around me. So, really, it's the kindest thing I could do for all concerned.

Also, I've been thinking a lot on what I'm going to do for my thesis, and...I think I might do it on fanfiction, specifically the popularity and social aspects of slash-fic. Uhm. Believe me, this started out as a joke while I was talking to a friend from Copenhagen, but the more we talked about it, the more we actually realised that this could work. As for the validity of it, I am an English major, and fanfic is rapidly turning into one of the most popular genres on the internet. It's an interesting phenomena, and, while I might not be the first to do it, I'll certainly be one of few.

Today Ryan and I went to Portland. Now, it's been...years since I've really been there, and he's never been himself. SO, my mom dropped us off on Burnside right in the middle of the Pearl District and the first thing we did was hit one of those awesome low-key record stores. Being the silly Depeche Mode fan that I am, I managed to find the HUGEST poster (of the "It's No Good" single cover art) possible within a minute of entering the store. I also managed to sniff out an original vinyl of the "Shake the Disease" single and Recoil's Hydrology (also on vinyl).

We checked out Whole Foods, which is an awesome organic grocery store that neither of us would mind working at if we had the chance. From there, it was off to Powell's Book Store, which, I swear, has got to be the biggest book store I've ever been to. It's so huge that the subjects have to be separated by rooms with color-coding. It's seriously cool, though. When mom came to pick us up, we hit the gelatto stand for some awesome Italian nosh.

And now I'm home. And exhausted. Ugh, summer. Why?