6 posts tagged “boyfriend”

Jason and I do not live in the same city.  In the beginning, this was okay.  We have busy lives, seeing each other only on the weekends was fine.  I liked it.

Then came the summer.  Together all the time.  Throw in the fact that we didn't work in August and it really was all the time.  For me, it was wonderful.  I love Jason and I was so happy to spend so much time together.

When September came around, a little part of me screamed out in pain.  I wish it would have died and I could have forgetten about it.  Oh no, it has kept screaming.  I miss Jason.  Both of us have been busier than busy (like everyone else) this fall.  Jason has no problems with the fact that we don't talk everyday and we don't see each other for 102 hours at a time.  In case you are wondering where I got that number, 6:00 am Monday to 6:00 pm Friday.  It's just an estimation, we don't really have rules.  It's not like prison.  Maybe I shouldn't compare our relationship to prison.

As that last paragraph would suggest, I am in turmoil.  It's not fair to say that Jason doesn't miss me.  He just misses me rationally.  Like "Well Babe, we have things to do and places to be and I miss you and all but I'm gonna go ahead and do stuff and get over it.  See you later."  I miss him more like this, "(sob, sob, sniffle) I miss you!  Why don't you care?  Why am I not important to you?  Why would you rather do ANYTHING besides see me?(choke on tears)".  I realize that I have it easy.  I have only travelled to see him twice in the past four months.  I have realized that I get stuff done on weekends like a normal person.  He has to get all his stuff done while being super busy during the week.  Then, he has to drive for an hour or so and that's not so fun. 

Basically, I have it easy.  But it's still so hard.  I just wish I could see him whenever I want to.  I wish that I was a strong and independent person who loved my own space and wanted to do my own thing.  I'm pretty sure I used to be like that.  I think I have it in me.  I guess I need to find that part of me, shake it awake and put it back into action.

Or I could just cry.

Life is so good that I don't need to blog about it apparently!

So, since my body was diseased, a few things have happened:

• I got better.
• We did some fun things at school.  (big bike trip, swimming, dance lesson, dance club performance, staff parties, etc.)  Each of those things could get it's own post, but it won't.
• Jason moved in for the summer!
• My cousin had a wedding celebration.
• I hung out at the lake.

• Go for a run
• Do laundry
• Return books
• Buy jewelry
• Wash my car
• Wash the floor
• Clean my room
• Pack

• Go to FRANCE!!!!

Is that how you write that?   For all of you who don't like to comment, just send me an e-mail so I can fix it and look a little less neanderthalesque.

Tomorrow I am hosting for my book club's meeting.  Generally, I am one to stress about these things.  However, I'm not putting the pressure on myself to be perfect.  I think we will have nachos and cupcakes.  A little salty, a little sweet.  (I find out tonight if I can go back to sugar.)  And some wine, that I will not be consuming. (I'm driving to the ecological centre of the province immediately after.  Please note, I am not with child.) 

The living room is clean, the kitchen will be without a problem.  No worries.

Except that my house isn't really designed for a fight.

You know how women are.  Someone says something and then someone is offended and then there is tension and then things just aren't fun anymore?  That's the gist of the situation. 

Thank goodness my post book-club plans are good.  If it's bad, I'll pack my back, throw them the keys and leave!

There is a girl who is sick in bed.  She has a job that requires a strong voice.  Her voice is weak and pitiful.

There is a boy who is is tired and chilled and achy and snotty.  (But the girl still thinks he's wonderful.)

The girl decided that for the sake of her health, she would not go to work.

The boy decided that for the sake of his students, he would go to work.

The girl thinks that neither of them should go to work and that it is wonderful that they are both legitimately sick at the same time.

The boy thinks that the world will stop turning if he does not go to work. 

The girl is, of course, exaggerating the boy's opinion.

Actually, the boy thinks that a guest teacher will have a terrible day because he would not be able to whip up a fabulous plan.

The girl thinks that that's okay, because guest teachers get paid.  You see, since she teaches a specialized area, it often happens that a guest teacher cannot do what is planned.  Oh well.

Apparently, the girl doesn't get the realities of high school and the realities of the small town.  Somewhat of a theme.

As well, as the boy pointed out, there are far worse jobs where people have far worse days than the boy and the girl do, when they work sick. 

True.

So the girl is extremely thankful that she lives in a country that is great and was able to get an education. She is also thankful that the education allowed her to get a pretty darn nice job.  Most of the time, she's not too thrilled that she has to pay union dues.  However, it is those union dues that got her the right to stay home when she is sick.

Does the boy not also have the same rights?  Of course.  He just sees things differently.

The girl is quite sure that this will be a point of contention 3 times a year for the next 27 years. Stay tuned. 

No time!  I have lots of great things to write about, but no time to write!  Such is my blogging trend.  I can type about nothing when I have time and nothing is going on, but when there are good things going on, no time to write.

Point form:

-  Boyfriend of SIX  MONTHS!  is amazing.

-  Going to Canadians with skating.

-  Going on a big trip this summer.

-  Roommate is leaving.  I'm not really investigating the possibility of a new roommate, but if you have a recommendation, I might be willing.

-  I miss my parents.  They are quite well, but I haven't seen them and barely talk to them.

-  School is good.  Yay!

Bless you readers who continue to check :)

So I have finally discovered the nickname for man#3.  It is Jason.  Why Jason?  Because that seems to be one of the most common names for les garçons born in North America in the seventies.  And he was a garçon born in North America in the seventies with an extremely common name. 

I could just call him my boyfriend.  Or bf.   Cause that's what he is! 

He's also awesome.  He is so nice and sweet that it blows my mind.  

Because he lives in the ecological centre of the province, we can't see each other all the time.  This is fine, because we are both very busy individuals and even if we lived in the same school disctrict, we wouldn't have the time anyway.  But I bet it would be a little more often.  Anyway, upon arriving home last night I texted him.  Brilliant move!  Because he was just leaving his mom's after having Thanksgiving and was therefore in the City!  So he came to visit me.  It was such a great surprise.

Apart from the surprise visit, this was my weekend:
Hours spent in the car:  17.5
Hours spent driving: 1
Hours away from home:  74
Hourse spent sleeping away from home: 32
Hourse spent cooking:  0
Thanksgiving meals eaten:  2
Pieces of pie consumed: 2
Excercise:  nada
Books read:  1 and some
Duotangs marked by me:  a few
Duotangs marked by my mom:  a lot
Squabbles with the Sibs: 0
Hours holding a baby: 2
Hours that that baby slept: 2
Numbers of Ula-loops that I now have: 5  (all for sale my friends)

Basically, I had an AMAZING weekend.  I have so much to be thankful for.