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i’m feeling very disconnected from the world right now.

with classes not in session, no job yet, and friends running in and out of town, i find my self “nesting” with e, not really wanting to do anything else but sit on the bed with him all day long, alternating between reading, sleeping, and cuddling.

i’m not usually this girl. you know the one: she ditches all her friends for the boy, doesn’t return calls and generally forgets the outside world extists in favor of the world inside her head. or bed.

good thing the roommate came home to force me—us—out of this bubble we’re living in.

but i still don’t want to do anything. at all.

sigh. i’ll find something to snap me out of this.

i have $11 left on an iTunes gift card.

joshawesome:

benjaminandhisblog:

joshawesome:

What should I get?

Reblog or IM me on AIM.

sn: joshanastasia

Andy Frasco’s album ‘Growth & Progress”

Oh wow, that’s some good shit. Thank you for suggesting him!

i’m pretty much thinking you need the game Dr. Awesome. I mean, the name alone is worth a dollar.

Dear tumblr,

joshawesome:

You know I love you but I’m taking the night off. I have plans with an awesome book. I will be on aim if you miss me and need some awesome in your life tonight.

With all my love,

Josh

P.S. I was just joking about the awesome in your life. You all are already awesome. For serious.

dear josh,

I can’t say that you are the awesome in my life, because it’s so full of awesomeness right now, but you were the start of all this awesome. i wasn’t awesome before i met you, all those internet years ago (what, 2005? something crazy long ago), but because of you, i am the awesome that i am today.

and can i just say, i’m so awesome, i’m aweful.

so, go ahead and take the night off. i’ll catch up the awesome slack for you. because you rock.

sincerely,

me

i’ve been absent from the interwebs lately, and some might say it’s ‘cause of the ridiculously awesome boyfriend i seem to have aquired (after much hard work, i must say). and it’s not him.

so seriously not. because did i mention the ridiculusly awesome he posesses? because it’s like his own personal mission to make sure that i do everything i set out to do (am will get her scarf sooner because of him), so if i ever said anything to the effect of “hey, i really wish i wrote more,” every night i’d get a “did you write today? you should write something before you go to bed. weren’t you thinking about a poem this morning?” sorta dialog from him where i’d be making vague agreeing noises because really, at that point in the evening, i’d really rather be falling asleep listening to sports center.

so if it’s not him, it must be me. and i don’t know what this is. because i’m always thinking about things to write about—we had our sigma tau open mic night and that usually spawns at least three poems and maybe a story and a blog post, but this time? nada.

but i have had poem ideas. and story ideas. and e’s so going to be on me in january to write, because mistakenly told him in the car a few weeks ago that i should write a book to pay off my student loans. and he agreed with me. asked me if i had an idea.

and of course i said yes, because i do, but that basicly the book was based on us and how we got together (because it was complicated and messy and internet related), and he was all “go ahead. that’s a great idea.”

what kind of guy, after the kind of rocky start we had, says “sure, write a story about that and how i didn’t know my own mind and the way you pursued me and i was just oblivious to the whole thing”

what kind of guy? oh yeah, a ridiculously awesome one. that’s right.

so, maybe i’ll start writing again. but maybe i’ll get a really awesome videogame for christmas, and that might distract me for all of break too. tough call really.

i should probably write, huh?

today is not the day to get distracted.

watershed has to be at the printers tomorrow morning. i have a huge copyediting project that is only half way done if you’re very generous about what half is. and tonight i’m meeting e’s mom for the first time.

so instead of getting shit done, knocking items off the list of things that have to be done if i still want that A grade, i’m writing a treaties that won’t see the light of day for a few weeks yet.

love.

and we can all thank my mom, for putting more stress on me about tonight’s dinner than even i could imagine on my own.

“take out your piercings, talk slow. you could be meeting your future mother-in-law.”

omfg, seriously? thanks. because today wasn’t stressfull enough already.

Milestone #1

joshawesome:

Just a bit ago, my mom referred to me as “he”. This is coming from a person who went ballistic when I came out as transgender and hasn’t talked about it since that day five years ago.

My thoughts on it: holy fucking wow.

yay! always good when moms start to accept us for who we are, not who they want us to be.