Not Sure About This...

Well... Plans do as they usually do; change.
And that's just what they did.
Plan was: Mario Party drinking game, me, the boy, and his twin and older brother.
Plan now: Girl I've been having troubles with (and who basically hates me) is now here to play.
Problem 1) Awkward level through the roof; conversation level through the floor (for most of us, most of the time.)
Problem 2) More money spent on booze.
Problem 3) Mario Party is a 4 person game, and it's hit 5 players.
Sigh. Let's have a pre drink. Maybe that will fix the great apprehension I'm currently feeling.

New Day?

I had an amazing Valentine's Day.

Steak, crab-stuffed mushrooms, wine.

Movie, sex, back massage...

Then slept in until noon with you. Truly was the best first Valentines Day together, ever.

=)

And the day after was amazing, in another way.

My best friend was up (down?), visiting his dad. I almost couldn't believe it.

The next ferry left at 12:45, they don't let people on after ten minutes to leaving, and it was already way too late. We tried it anyway, and that was how I ended up taking a ferry across the ocean, by myself, to see my best friend.

Oh, and it was so worth it! It was as if I'd never left, inside jokes picked right up, memories flooded the tiny beater car he was borrowing, and countless peals of laughter.

I almost peed myself at one point. No joke, shameless confession.

I bought new belly jewellery, the barbells I got were exactly what I had been looking for (and at an amazing sale! He bought a Domo stuffie!)

We even got free Warheads. (Priceless faces!)

Not to mention the ridiculous massage chair thing...holy hell.

You know how you pat a baby on the back to make it burp?

Yeah. It was like that. For adults.

When the day came to a close, it saw me and this girl dashing to catch the 8:15 ferry. We actually hung out on the ferry. Well, she studied for her midterms, I read one of her personality textbooks.

Fascinating read!

Today, however is more self-reflection. A few days ago I fell into a funk, like I seem to do every once in a while. It definitely occurred more often at home, and hasn't shown up much since the move, but they seem to be coming back. I was a little concerned; I had no interest in things I usually liked to do (other than read).
I would go to bed early, which is strange now for me. I wouldn't knit (my latest obsession), didn't want to play games, and my book was finished. I sat at the table for what felt like forever...In reality, it was probably only 30 minutes at most. But that's still weird for me.

After having a few days with mon amour, I was feeling better, but coming back..I feel bleak again. But I don't truly think it's some kind of depression, because it wouldn't be so...predictable, would it? I think it's a mixture of the whole C-Drama thing (as I've dubbed it), school stress (I've turned into a terrible procrastinator), working five days a week (not that I'm actually working full time), and seeming not to really have any friends other than my boyfriends' family.

It's...been interesting. Not that I'm complaining.

No, I love this opportunity I've had so far to live here, away from home and able to go on adventures without someone saying "Well, the ferry leaves so soon, you won't make it, just schedule for another day."

It's all my decisions, whether they're good or bad. It's scary.

It's exhilarating.