Sunday. 7.22.12 4:16 am
It would appear that I've broken my ankle without noticing.
For everyone who doesn't understand why a high pain tolerance is a problem, THIS IS THE PROBLEM. A lot of people hear that I don't feel major injuries and tell me I'm lucky. NOPE. NO. WRONG. When YOU break a bone, you say, "OW. OW, THIS IS CAUSING PAIN. OW." When I break a bone, I say something like, "Hey what are they serving at [university cafeteria] today?" or "LOOK AH-DA PUPPAAYYY," or other things you say when your ankle isn't broken and you live in the city in which I live, because FYI there are a lot of puppies.
Breaking a bone the first time was kind of novel, for me, because I was thinking, Wow, now I've done something a lot of people never do, I must be a sporty badass with cool hair. The second time, it's just annoying and tedious to take care of. And ugly.
Also people won't let me lift things or walk, which are two of my favorite things to do.
Furthermore, it's really hard to walk my boyfriend (unintentional phrasing but effectively true, since I essentially have to drag him out) until his knee hurts and he wants to just be lazy at home, when my ankle is too sensitive to walk those distances.
And then I'm forced to do what HE wants, since he doesn't get tired out, which is usually some loser crap like having fun with friends or getting lattes at my favorite coffee shop.
Thank goodness I had friends who pushed me into giving him my number.
Broke my losing streak, broke my toe, broke my ankle. What a summer.
five year dating streak struck down
Friday. 7.13.12 10:22 pm
"I've never seen you like this," Roy told me. He'd just asked about my date with Mike, which was an all-around success for both of us. I grinned like a complete moron and said it was "good."
But really I wanted to say that I'd forgotten how nice it is to like, be liked in return, and want the same result from those feelings.
It's a lot of fun. I like being around Mike. He's kind of weird in that he didn't really represent himself as a bright, driven, healthy guy, when we first met. I hated his approach and everything about it, which is something I mentioned, before. I didn't know anything about him, and still wrote him off as just another guy who wouldn't really be able to keep up with me.
I've said before that he's a day trader, during the summer months, which is extremely impressive, to me, because trading successfully on the stock market for any substantial amount of time takes a diligent effort to keep up with current events, not to mention the fact that he wakes up--sans alarm clock--around six thirty, every morning. I get texts from him while I'm at work, around eight or nine. He likes to eat extremely healthy food, and exercises when he can, although I'm trying to convince him to lay off of the walking/running, at the moment, because he has a bad knee that swells up, sometimes, when we walk too much in the summer heat. He recites facts to me when we're sitting around doing nothing, and he can keep up with me when I'm talking about medical technology. He likes hip-hop/rap and basketball, not to mention the fact that his very alert brown eyes are incredibly expressive...and the fact that he doesn't text too often.
I tell people that he just kind of told me I'm his girlfriend, on the fourth of July, but really, he only told me that after we asked one another why we liked each other. I think we both realized that there was something real, after those impromptu speeches.
"I like your smile," he said. "I like that you smile when I smile."
Tuesday. 7.3.12 1:20 am
We had a regular substitute for a while, in sixth grade, because our teacher had her baby--by this time, I've forgotten the substitute's name completely, but I digress. One day, we had to write up a cause and effect worksheet for the science lesson of the day. The sub made sure to emphasize that she would give us zeros if we decided to start sentences with "because," because APPARENTLY that forms a sentence fragment.
Because I had higher than a third grade reading level, I started every single one of those mofos with the word "because." And she gave me a 100, too.
Random things remembered at one in the morning.
Meanwhile, in my romantic life...
Apparently I'm relationship material.
...The last time I was in a relationship, I couldn't see R-rated films without an adult.
By my recommendation, we're dating for a while longer until we get our bearings. He gets it. Kind of. I want to make sure this one sticks, because now I'm older, and more mature, and know what I want for myself. It could feasibly be a good, long-lasting relationship, and it would SUCK if I managed to ruin it by getting cold feet just because I felt a rush to commit.
...That's all I have for you. I'm crazy tired.
Oh, and does anyone else happen to have a tumblr?
different shades of blind
Wednesday. 6.27.12 9:28 pm
He's a twenty-year-old day trader (who turns twenty-one on the same day my best friend/soulmate turns twenty-one), and, on our third date, he compared us to Barack and Michelle Obama and kissed me on the lips.
"I wonder if Michelle ever wanted to push Barack off the sidewalk into traffic," I threatened.
"Probably." He grinned.
It was like I threw a punch and he did the limbo under my outstretched arm.
He's absurdly into me, and I'm pretty sure I'm also absurdly into him.
Technically we've only been on two dates, but he counted the night we met as a date...which eventually I counted, too, just because he's so persistent. I would definitely only maybe push him into traffic, now. That's a marked improvement.
Date four is tomorrow.
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