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I don't have time to keep a journal. It requires too much thought organization, and then you gots to throw all those commas in there, and check for dangling modifiers.... It's a pain. But I can give you the uncut, director's edit. 

Disorganized thoughts from the past week:Collapse )


So, I'm supposed to be studying fr a massive auditing exam, so naturally, I'm doing anything else but that.  Like organizing my sock drawer. And then I thought, "My poor journal is abandoned and lonelyfull. We must update it (royal plural)." (more importantly, I think I incorrectly punctuated that...the parentheses, inside the quotes...but the period is right. Right?  Whatevs.)

Anyway, since my last dropping off of the map, let's see, anything important...um, I got a car. That's important. Anything else...sorry, I can't think when I'm typing because when I look down I get distracted by this pretty ring I'm wearing on my left hand....

Oh yeah, I'm getting married. Like, YOU GUYS. I'M. GETTING. MARRIED!!!!!!!!!! 


Not even going to look and see when my last post was. Like, a really long time ago. So naturally, lots has happened since then. I'm now a college senior (woohoo!), I have a full-time job (yay money!), and personal fave--my boyfriend, who I haven't seen in over 130 days, came to visit.

The date, May 19th.

I was at work, the day was uneventful. The most exciting thing that had happened, was that my new highlighter didn't smear the words I was highlighting(which, admittedly, is rather exciting). 5 o'clock rolled around, I packed up my stuff, and went outside to wait for my sis to pick me up. She was late. Ok. I opened my phone, getting ready to call her, when I saw I had an incoming call. It was my boyfriend. Weird, I thought he was working today.

Him: Whatcha doin?

Me: Waiting for Kelsi. I just got off work, and she's late.

Him: Hm, that's weird. Wonder where she is.

Me: No idea.

Him: Hey, guess what?

Me: What?

Him: You look really confused right now.


Him: Turn around.

I turned around, and there across the street, leaning against his car was my deleted by the Department of Schmoop Removal Marine. I ran to him (thankfully there weren't any cars coming) and flung myself into his arms deleted by the DSR. And that was the beginning of the most amazing 12 days of my life.

I have so many things I could say about the sweet things he did while he was here, but I think they're too personal. I'll just say, he knows how to make me laugh even when I'm about to cry.

I've thought a lot in the past couple months about what love really means. Love doesn't mean dancing in the park while autumn leaves swirl around you. It's so much grittier than that. It means being there when the other person has had a horrible day. It means giving up what you want for what they need.

Long distance is hard. Really, really hard. It's even harder because he's in the military. There's so much to deal with in any relationship already, and sometimes adding the distance and the crazy military schedule can just seem like too much to handle. We've had weeks where we only get to talk for a few minutes, and sometimes it's hard for me not to get upset about that. We've been together a year and three months and he's only been back three times. The first time was last August. He was here for three days. The second time was in January, the third was this time. In the fifteen months we've been together, we've been together for less than three weeks.

When I stop and think about it, it's crazy. But I will stay up until 3AM when I have an 8AM class because that's the only time he had off, write him long letters every day, wait four months to have our first date, and hold back the tears because he's already stressed. Why? Because I love him. And that's what love does.



 I love this song. 

Me: By the way, I may or may not doodle your name in the margins of my notes.

Him: .Yeah, I may or may not do that too.
This conversation occurred after I didn't call my Marine on time.

Me: But you'll overlook it, right?

Him: Why would I ever do that?

Me: Because you love me


Him: Dangit.


I haz a sad...

 It's been 77 days since I've seen my Marine.  I am going to go cry about this. :(


Too much coffee has addled her brain

Caf: *happily typing random text to boyfriend*

Decaf: *reads over shoulder* You're not actually going to send that, are you?

Caf: Yes. Why?

Decaf: "I's look like l's BAHAHA!!!!"? Seriously?

Caf: What's wrong with that?

Decaf: ...he's going to think you're insane.

Caf: ....that's...bad?

Decaf: ......
11:02 I'm going to lurk here until they put out the fresh coffee. Because the only other option is decaf. And that--that is never an option.

11:15 There ith no fury like a student decaffeinated. Just sayin. 

11:17 My left thumbnail hurts. I'm sure it's because I haven't had coffee.

11:19 Our patience grows thin.

11:22 Our patience grows thinner...our sanity may be on the line. "Our sanity isn't on the line." "What are you talking about, of course it is." "No it's not." "Is too." "Not." "Too." "Not." "Who are you arguing with?" "Dang."


11:35 Eeeeeeeeheeheeheeeeeee!  Caffeinecaffeineweloveloveloveityeswedo! 

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