Thursday, August 7, 2014

When it comes down to the wire

So I know we've been talking all summer about being separated. It's probably kind of annoying. But good news! In nine days, we will be reunited again. And all the worrying and anxiety and wanting and waiting will be over.  Until then, it has gotten exponentially worse.
I cannot begin to describe to you how absolutely awful it is to be so close to being able to see your SO (significant other) after being separated for a length of time. We are dying people. We are counting down the days, hours, and minutes until we get to see each other again. We are planning exactly what we'll wear (and underneath ;)) and what we're going to do as soon as we see each other. What we're going to say. How it's going to go since I'm meeting her family for the first time. We are just a mess. We probably cry every time we Skype at some point because it's getting that bad.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Anticipation Kills

Usually I have something clever or poetic to say to open these things up...some cool little passage or some interesting comparison...that's not how this one is going to work...because I have no jokes to make and nothing clever to say about something like this. Have you ever wanted something so bad that it dominates your thoughts, waking and at night? Have you ever dreamt of something, and then woken up wanting it just as bad as when you went to sleep hoping to escape it, even for a few short moments? Have you ever wanted something so bad that you can taste it on your tongue and feel it on your skin, the memory of the touch enough to send chills across your body? Have you ever felt the urge to be with someone again, so much that everything else seems irrelevant and pointless compared to seeing them again? Yeah, that's about where I'm at right now with this whole "distance" bullshit.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

How the Internet Has Shaped My Education

I am a child of the Internet Generation. Not the kids that necessarily were born with it being a huge thing, but the generation that has made it grow and thrive and develop into a mad powerhouse of magical journeys and wonderful memes and mind bending information;the kids that grew into the adults that now are its main powerhouses in social media.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Case of the Bruised Knuckles

The night was passing by peacefully. The only sound that echoed within the confines of the room was the sound of rain from my cellphone, the screen dim and the sound low. Nestled deep in the blankets, I slept deeply, the troubles of the day forgotten for the peaceful drug of unconsciousness. Yet within the layers of night I jolted awake suddenly, the peace and the depth of my slumber forgotten for a drowsy, confused grog that was permeating my senses with cloudiness and displeasure. It was not from a nightmare or some horrible why, pray-tell, was I suddenly awake, and most assuredly not happy? I lay there a moment, not moving, trying to identify the source that had woken me. Surely it was no sound from within the house, the rest of my family was enjoying their own individual dreams, and no animal we own would make enough noise to wake me from my closed room. Suddenly my hand began to ache, and I looked down in puzzlement. My knuckles were sore, and red. I realised that in my sleep I had reached out and hit the wall with my hand, and this was the jolting force that awakened me. Then my gaze softened and tears came to my eyes as the reason for my awakening became crystal clear: I had reached for you in my sleep, and you had not been there.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Long Distance Problems

So first off, can I just say that SKYPE IS NOT THE SAME AND BEING ABLE TO CUDDLE SOMEONE TO SLEEP?! Oh my goodness it makes me so mad that I am about 1,000 miles away from Autumn and I swear to god it is killing me!! We miss each other so damn much one of us cries over it every time we Skype I swear! I really don't like it. It annoys the crap out of me.

Why am I suddenly so upset when we've been separated for about 2 months (1 month since the visit)? Because last night I told Autumn that I have attempted to make the teddy bear she gave me the big spoon and said it wasn't the same. She proceeded to bawl. Not happy fun times. Then we went on to talk about how we miss each other and everything we're going to once we see each other again and how we're never going to do this ever again. This distance thing is just too much.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

On Dating a Singer

There are roughly 7 billion people on this planet. The chances are actually quite decent that you'll end up dating at least one of them, but there are certain breeds of person that are unmistakable, easily recognizable, but sometimes a quite complicated thing to try and engage in any sort of relationship with. This is a survival guide of sorts, a list and a guide to what happens if you are planning or are in the process of dating the breed of woman known around the world as "The Singer".

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

On Dating a Bro in a Chick's Body

Before y'all come after me about being politically correct and asking if she's transgender and all that jazz I will say this first. She's not transgender. She's two spirit (similar to gender queer but not quite) and uses female pronouns. We call her boy days "bro days" and her guy side her bro. We make jokes about her feeling like a bro with boobs. It's really NBD to either of us. If it was a big deal to either of us, it's more her issue than mine. Now that all that's settled...