Well! I guess it's about time I put up another one of these...
I did the last of my finals today for school, 2-D Design and Abnormal Psych, FINALLY summer is upon me, which means more chances to make money! I'm excited about next year though, I have Photoshop
I've never really fucked with it but I have ALWAYS wanted to, and anyways anyone who really wants to go on in the art world needs some computer experience under their belt.
I spent the past night and day in the hospital with my boyfriend, he was doubled over in pain Wednesay morning, and he is NOT the kind of guy who complains about little aches and pains-- he's the kinda guy who will slice his leg open with a hunting knife and say, "Eh, just a scratch," although it looks like the Red Sea has just parted on his thigh... and he refused to go get stitches and has a wicked scar to show for it...
So I took him to the emergency room and yep that apendix needed to be taken out soon, so I stayed in the hospital with him all night and all the next day and now the poor guy is passed out on my couch, fulla vicodin and tomato soup.
At least he's not in pain right now
He's so wonderful and does so many great things for me, makes me so damn happy, I'm happy to sleep on an uncomfortable hospital cot while he recovers from surgery, it's the least I can do.
The man would do ANYTHING for me, what can I do but return the favor?
Sometimes I wish I did not love him so much.
I wish I didn't melt every time those wild deep blue-green eyes flashed my way. He smiles at me and I'm butter. He kisses me and I'm steam.
Why does he have to be so fucking gorgeous? Why does he have to be so strong and confident and energetic and so many other things that just make me adore him?
It will only make it hurt more in the end.
I don't want to dream of a happy ending. I don't want to hope. Hopes and dreams are suicide, you take them like aspirin to relieve your pain but little do you know they are poison in disguise and will tear you apart from the inside. And that's what will happen to me, again
It just isn't right, is it?
It just isn't fair.
And it's so hard NOT to get your hopes up, especially when that person you've been dreaming of all along is right in front of you making all your wishes come true. It's so hard to pretend you don't dream of a happily-ever-after.
He says I don't need to be afraid, that he's not going anywhere... and maybe I should just stop being such a damn coward and believe him whole-heartedly, instead of allowing that angry little voice in the back of my head to make me worry and doubt.
Sigh
This is where I tell the Pessimist in me to shut the hell up and let me be happy
I did the last of my finals today for school, 2-D Design and Abnormal Psych, FINALLY summer is upon me, which means more chances to make money! I'm excited about next year though, I have Photoshop
I've never really fucked with it but I have ALWAYS wanted to, and anyways anyone who really wants to go on in the art world needs some computer experience under their belt.I spent the past night and day in the hospital with my boyfriend, he was doubled over in pain Wednesay morning, and he is NOT the kind of guy who complains about little aches and pains-- he's the kinda guy who will slice his leg open with a hunting knife and say, "Eh, just a scratch," although it looks like the Red Sea has just parted on his thigh... and he refused to go get stitches and has a wicked scar to show for it...
So I took him to the emergency room and yep that apendix needed to be taken out soon, so I stayed in the hospital with him all night and all the next day and now the poor guy is passed out on my couch, fulla vicodin and tomato soup.
At least he's not in pain right now
He's so wonderful and does so many great things for me, makes me so damn happy, I'm happy to sleep on an uncomfortable hospital cot while he recovers from surgery, it's the least I can do.
The man would do ANYTHING for me, what can I do but return the favor?
Sometimes I wish I did not love him so much.
I wish I didn't melt every time those wild deep blue-green eyes flashed my way. He smiles at me and I'm butter. He kisses me and I'm steam.
Why does he have to be so fucking gorgeous? Why does he have to be so strong and confident and energetic and so many other things that just make me adore him?
It will only make it hurt more in the end.
I don't want to dream of a happy ending. I don't want to hope. Hopes and dreams are suicide, you take them like aspirin to relieve your pain but little do you know they are poison in disguise and will tear you apart from the inside. And that's what will happen to me, again
It just isn't right, is it?
It just isn't fair.
And it's so hard NOT to get your hopes up, especially when that person you've been dreaming of all along is right in front of you making all your wishes come true. It's so hard to pretend you don't dream of a happily-ever-after.
He says I don't need to be afraid, that he's not going anywhere... and maybe I should just stop being such a damn coward and believe him whole-heartedly, instead of allowing that angry little voice in the back of my head to make me worry and doubt.
Sigh
This is where I tell the Pessimist in me to shut the hell up and let me be happy
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xzombiex:
yay to summer
anemona:
thank you so much for the comment on my set<3
