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silverfae9Bit of a blah day, per usual. I got a C on my art test, which brings me back to my earlier rant about the violent plummeting of my grades. I know that they don't matter in the grander scheme of things, or even in the moderately smaller scheme of things, but dammit it pisses me off.
Pete decided today that he might just come and stay up here for a couple months until he figures out what he wants to do. The other me rebels violently at this. I am not ready to give up my independence. "Girlfriend" and "wife-in-training" are two drastically different things. That's why this long distance thing is such a great deal. I am still the boss of me. Noone needs to know where I am at all times. I was never into playing house as a child and I don't know that I'm really into it as an adult.
This makes me rebel against everything else too. This whole relationship thing is fucking with all of my longterm plans. Originally, I was to move to Seattle where I could meet up with m'pal Paul and drink tea on his roof till dawn. And now the plans have changed; Chicago has entered the picture. Maybe, in the long run, this will end up for the better and I'm just looking at this the wrong way because I'm a dope. Maybe love -does- have the potential to last a significant amount of time. But that doesn't mean I'm necessarily ready to devote my life to such an experiment at such a young age.
Next week, I get to begin moving in to my new house. This means that within a month I'm going to have a lovely kitchen to paint in. Something about the humming of a refrigerator just gets my creative...ah well, you get the picture.
Pete decided today that he might just come and stay up here for a couple months until he figures out what he wants to do. The other me rebels violently at this. I am not ready to give up my independence. "Girlfriend" and "wife-in-training" are two drastically different things. That's why this long distance thing is such a great deal. I am still the boss of me. Noone needs to know where I am at all times. I was never into playing house as a child and I don't know that I'm really into it as an adult.
This makes me rebel against everything else too. This whole relationship thing is fucking with all of my longterm plans. Originally, I was to move to Seattle where I could meet up with m'pal Paul and drink tea on his roof till dawn. And now the plans have changed; Chicago has entered the picture. Maybe, in the long run, this will end up for the better and I'm just looking at this the wrong way because I'm a dope. Maybe love -does- have the potential to last a significant amount of time. But that doesn't mean I'm necessarily ready to devote my life to such an experiment at such a young age.
Next week, I get to begin moving in to my new house. This means that within a month I'm going to have a lovely kitchen to paint in. Something about the humming of a refrigerator just gets my creative...ah well, you get the picture.
