It seems a lot of time has passed since my last post. Originally, the plan had been to get a post in every day, even if it was a small and meager little paragraph. However, time constraints and a prematurely horrible memory saw that plan shredded into tiny pieces. So, now, my new plan is to at least try to get a post in once a week. I'm not sure why it really matters though. I have maybe one reader, and she's one of the most wonderful women on the planet and a woman I aspire to be like one day in many different ways. I'm sure you know who you are.
As I had originally planned to say, time has gone by pretty fast. It seems that, once high school ends and life begins, time goes by even faster than you can blink. Since my last post, my dad got married to one of the most amazing women on the planet, took an amazing trip to L.A. with some wonderful people (including the love of my life), I got a cool job, I got an extremely boring (but more reliable) job, and quit the original job. . . . . .sort of.
Hmm, somehow living it seemed to take so much longer. I'm not sure how it's possible, but at the time, all of those things seemed to take eons to complete. Now that I really take the time to put things into perspective, they are all just grains of sand collecting on the little patch of beach that we call life. Out of seventy years, give or take a decade or so, how many of those moments occur when time seems to go slower than half frozen molasses, then appear to be gone in an instant? Probably far too many to count. Knowing my luck, even if I did somehow manage to count all of them, by the time I get older, I'll get Alzheimer's and lose count. Just in case you were wondering, I'm pounding as hard as I can on my oak desk.
School starts up again in three weeks or so. UNLV, my college of choice, still has yet to fully process my transcript. I was able to finally get it in, after spending weeks convincing my mom to take me, three weeks ago. The man I gave it to said it would take a week and a half at most to be processed. The Internet said two weeks. I called the school and the lady I talked to said a couple more days at most. Now I'm just plain annoyed.
Another thing coming up faster than I can really comprehend, is my one year anniversary. It seems like just yesterday that I met him. Even with my horrible memory, I can remember it like it was yesterday. After a few months of talking, we finally got together. Somehow, those few months of drama and weirdness seem like seconds. In the grand scheme of things, perhaps it only was. In twenty-three more days I will have been with the man I love for a year. Even though I can remember our first meeting like yesterday, it seems like he was always there. When I think about all of the bad times I went through in life, they don't seem to hurt as much. Since meeting him, time seems to somehow go both slow and fast. I realize now I've become the one thing I most hated in the world; some one in love. As well, someone who thinks in cliches. The world seems somehow brighter and more vibrant. The bad times don't hurt as much, and when they do, he knows exactly what to do to take my mind off things. Hell, he doesn't even do anything. Just hearing his voice can make my whole day better.
At the same time though, being away from him doesn't hurt. I'm no longer a jealous person. I'm completely confident that we love each other and that there's nothing to worry about. I know a lot of people probably think that but honestly, you don't know my man. He's too much of a great, caring, honest, and loving person to even contemplate hurting me. I know that, right now, I may sound like some kind of love struck teenager, but, the truth is, I am. That's not a bad thing though. I used to think that it was pathetic building your life around another person. I used to think that real love wasn't like that. And really, is it building your life around another person. Maybe it's more along the lines of. . . . .I'm not even sure how to describe it.
How does one begin to describe how, no matter what it is that you're planning, you vaguely wonder if that person will be able to come. How can you describe your friends knowing that, whatever they invite you to, that person will be there right by your side. How can you describe an overwhelming feeling that can't even be put into words. At least, I can't put it into words. Maybe someone reading this can comment and help me out. I want to know how to describe this. I want to be able to tell people this feeling in words that can understood so they don't look at me like I'm completely insane.
I've got so much more to say but, I'd rather not right a novel right now. Maybe I'll post some of my current problems at a later date. Thinking this much about my man somehow makes them feel unimportant :)
