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First of all, for those of you who weren't yet aware, my boyfriend is hanging around these parts these days. Around here, he's known as fatboypezhead. Go say hi! Please.

I noticed, when I was going through my breakup, I had so much to say, and wrote a bunch of journal entries. Now that my life has done a complete 180, that I'm in love, I have just as much to say, but not nearly as much time to write it all. Again I originally wrote this entry during a slow part of one of my class. Not only am I super busy, and any free moments I have I want to spend with Tony, but my DSL is down, so I'm only occasionally able to get online with shitty dial-up.

Now, to the main event. (Bear with me, this gets kinda ramble-y. But all the same, I like to copy it right from the original writing.) Tony took me away for the weekend to Huntington Beach. We had an *amazing* time. I didn't get home until today. We left late on Friday (we have a bad/wonderful habit of not being able to keep our hands off each other), so we didn't end up getting there until almost 4am. But the drive was nice. I like driving at night (or being a passenger in the car, as the case may be), and love the opportunity for conversation a long drive can afford.

Okay, if I go on like this, detailing all the little happy memories from the weekend, we'll be here all month. Seriously, though. Approximately the most concentrated happiness ever stuffed into 3 and a half days. Fuck, I love that boy so much. I thought my face was going to be sore from smiling so much. He gets me. And that's such a great feeling, to be gotten. And like me, he's down w/ public displays of affection, to varying degrees, like myself, so there was almost constant touching, holding hands, his arms wrapped around me, kissing, something. And it wasn't always initiated by me. Affection does wonders for my well being. It really does. I thrive on it like air. It was just a fabulous time. There was a lot of walking around, watching surfers, making out and, um, other stuff. ;-) We did cool things like we went to an amateur comedy show (which we walked the two or so miles back to our hotel from, 'cause we felt like it) and rented wetsuits and played in the ocean and we went on a hike after we got back to the Bay Area. And we did super cutesy things like share (caramel and strawberry *drool*) sundaes and just randomly stop for kisses.

I'm so sad that the weekend is over, but I am so happy we got to spend so much time together. I didn't want it to be over (and, ya know, having only spent a day at a time together before, there was a good chance he'd be throwing me outta his house by the end. But it was very much not like that.). You know, a lot of times, when you're on vacation, in the back of your mind, you're missing your own bed? Not for one second did I miss my bed. I mean, I love my bed. It's comfortable as shit. But I didn't think about it once. When the hotel bed was hard to sleep on, it was Tony's bed I longed for. Because I knew if I was there, he'd be next to me

Oh hey kids! Hope you all got your Prom tickets, 'cause I've got a bead on a scalped pair , I got a dress that just might fit me by then, and my sexy boy's got the night off, and we'll be there looking fabulous. And I expect to see ALL you there!

Oh, and while you're over saying hi and welcome to fatboypezhead, check out the smile on that boy. Damn. I find myself torn constantly. Do I look at the beautiful eyes or the gorgeous smile? My life is fraught with agonizing decisions, I tell ya.