I finally figured out how to get rid of that pesky photobucket broken link background. Turns out I was pasting the code from http://shabbyblogs.com/ into the wrong widget.
Anyshoe, I took it as a chance to change up the old layout. I'm not sure if I like it yet. Maybe I'll revert to the old one, I dunno.
That's all for today. Hope you're having a good one.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
One year of Bliss
As of 1 week ago, I have been dating the same person for 1 year. An entire year. That's a really long time for me to hold onto a relationship, let alone one that's healthy for me.
And I love him. More than I've loved anyone. I find this combination of love and time absolutely incredible.
Our anniversary landed on last Tuesday, but we celebrated on Monday. We made a blanket fort and watched Iron Man 2 and it was a lot of fun. I gave him a photoshop collage of a couple of pictures of us and all these different languages that all say 'I love you.' I took them from the 115 facebook posts he put on my wall. He really did post 'I love you' on my wall in 115 different languages. He's ridiculous like that. He gave me a shirt with a picture of us on it, which he's currently adding to. He also gave me underwear. I know what you're thinking, that he probably gave me some lacy little thong from Victoria Secret. You'd be wrong. He gave me pink cotton panties that say "The Beaver State" on the front with a picture of a beaver, and "I <3 Oregon" on the back. They're a good luck charm to get into Oregon State, or as Tammy Jo says "that Beaver school."
Right? My boyfriend is ridiculous. <3
It didn't really hit me until now how long a year is. Before it was just like "oh yeah, we've been dating a year. Whatever. It's a measurement of time." I guess maybe that's because this year has gone by so quickly. It seems like just yesterday I was still a junior, with a year left of high school. Now I'm proud of it. I have been dating Colin Sanders for an entire year. The next step? To stay this way for the rest of our lives.
And I love him. More than I've loved anyone. I find this combination of love and time absolutely incredible.
Our anniversary landed on last Tuesday, but we celebrated on Monday. We made a blanket fort and watched Iron Man 2 and it was a lot of fun. I gave him a photoshop collage of a couple of pictures of us and all these different languages that all say 'I love you.' I took them from the 115 facebook posts he put on my wall. He really did post 'I love you' on my wall in 115 different languages. He's ridiculous like that. He gave me a shirt with a picture of us on it, which he's currently adding to. He also gave me underwear. I know what you're thinking, that he probably gave me some lacy little thong from Victoria Secret. You'd be wrong. He gave me pink cotton panties that say "The Beaver State" on the front with a picture of a beaver, and "I <3 Oregon" on the back. They're a good luck charm to get into Oregon State, or as Tammy Jo says "that Beaver school."
Right? My boyfriend is ridiculous. <3
It didn't really hit me until now how long a year is. Before it was just like "oh yeah, we've been dating a year. Whatever. It's a measurement of time." I guess maybe that's because this year has gone by so quickly. It seems like just yesterday I was still a junior, with a year left of high school. Now I'm proud of it. I have been dating Colin Sanders for an entire year. The next step? To stay this way for the rest of our lives.
A Small Note to the Readers
So two posts in one day? I haven't done that for awhile. I haven't even posted on here since forever ago it seems like. I kind of forgot about blogging and how nice it is to get your words and thoughts out. I guess I should thank Jessica for reminding me with all of her comments. Thank you, they made me really happy.
So I just posted a lot of depressing stuff about my current stressors. I had hesitated before pressing 'Publish Post.' I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted I wanted to push my problems onto my readers. But it felt weird to write something just to delete it. Writing it made me feel better, so the words have a right to exist, right? I eventually decided that this blog is about life, my life. Life has it's ups and downs and who am I to protect you guys from the problems of the world? If you don't want to read about my problems, then skip over it, I don't mind.
So I just posted a lot of depressing stuff about my current stressors. I had hesitated before pressing 'Publish Post.' I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted I wanted to push my problems onto my readers. But it felt weird to write something just to delete it. Writing it made me feel better, so the words have a right to exist, right? I eventually decided that this blog is about life, my life. Life has it's ups and downs and who am I to protect you guys from the problems of the world? If you don't want to read about my problems, then skip over it, I don't mind.
Worries
Lately I've been kind of depressed. I've had so many things on my plate, it can be a little overwhelming.
I'm a worrier. I always worry about my friends, so I guess I'm not used to worrying so much about myself.
I'm worried about college. I don't know if I'm going to get into OSU, although everyone keeps assuring me that I am. If I do get in, I'm worried about paying for it, and whether I got my financial Aid information in on time or not. If I don't get scholarships, I'm not going to college. Mom and Dad can't afford to help out, no matter how much they wish they could. If I get in and can pay for it, I'm worried about living away from home. Yes, I'll only be an hour and a half away, but it's far enough that I won't be living at home. I'm supposed to live in a dorm? With a roommate? And what about college classes? What if I can't handle them?
I'm worried about Dad. I found out yesterday he has prostate cancer. I'm taking it better than the rest of the family. But still, what if it gets worse? What if Dad dies? I've never encountered death, and I'm terrified of it. Similarly, I've convinced myself that my grandma is going to die soon. She's 82, and very healthy for her age. She was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. It was scary. She's fine, wasn't even hurt. But it occurred to me that she might not live to see me get married, or even engaged. That scares the shit out of me.
Those are only the two (three?) most prevalent in my long list of things to worry about. The difference between the worry I feel now and my usual moments of worry and stress that tend to coincide with big tests or finals week, is that with this worry I can't take any action. If I'm worried about a class, I work on that class. But this stuff, I can't do anything. I just sit and wait to hear the worst. I focus on it. It's not very healthy, but there ya go.
I'm a worrier. I always worry about my friends, so I guess I'm not used to worrying so much about myself.
I'm worried about college. I don't know if I'm going to get into OSU, although everyone keeps assuring me that I am. If I do get in, I'm worried about paying for it, and whether I got my financial Aid information in on time or not. If I don't get scholarships, I'm not going to college. Mom and Dad can't afford to help out, no matter how much they wish they could. If I get in and can pay for it, I'm worried about living away from home. Yes, I'll only be an hour and a half away, but it's far enough that I won't be living at home. I'm supposed to live in a dorm? With a roommate? And what about college classes? What if I can't handle them?
I'm worried about Dad. I found out yesterday he has prostate cancer. I'm taking it better than the rest of the family. But still, what if it gets worse? What if Dad dies? I've never encountered death, and I'm terrified of it. Similarly, I've convinced myself that my grandma is going to die soon. She's 82, and very healthy for her age. She was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago. It was scary. She's fine, wasn't even hurt. But it occurred to me that she might not live to see me get married, or even engaged. That scares the shit out of me.
Those are only the two (three?) most prevalent in my long list of things to worry about. The difference between the worry I feel now and my usual moments of worry and stress that tend to coincide with big tests or finals week, is that with this worry I can't take any action. If I'm worried about a class, I work on that class. But this stuff, I can't do anything. I just sit and wait to hear the worst. I focus on it. It's not very healthy, but there ya go.
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