20th February, 2007
When Today Was Sleepy
So this was a relatively good day, especially to start off the week since I was able to get school off yesterday. That was a good four-day weekend (since I don’t have school on Fridays). SB has been here since Thursday night and he just left today to spend the night at his friend’s apartment. He’ll be back on Friday night after I’ve finished my Biology midterm.
I really like that he’s here and that he’s found a job. For some reason, I can’t help but think I’m a big reason why his life has become much happier lately. I know, I know, he’s already told me, but I just feel like I’m someone special, someone really special. First of all, I was able to make him fall for me in such a short amount of time. Secondly, I’m the smile on his face. Thirdly, his friends can’t believe that I’m the random girl who was able to steal his heart (I think). I’m this great person yet I still have a hard time seeing it. I didn’t even do anything to make him fall for me except be… me! I don’t know it’s all just a whirlwind for me. A fun one, yes, but still a wild trip.
So writing is apparently something that I’ve been improving on over the years. I kind of like my style now and the way in which I choose to write. I always try my best to be as grammatically correct as possible, but I know that there will be fragmented sentences here and there and that’s alright with me since it’s part of my style, right? I don’t remember having mentioned this in a previous post, but I remember a sermon I heard in church. Father C was telling us that only when we have rules and laws are we more free. It doesn’t make sense by just reading it on paper, does it? But what he meant is that once you’ve learned how to comply to these rules, you then begin to work around that make it your own thing. It’s like writing; once you’ve learned the rules and basics of writing only then can you turn it around and create your style, create your personality.
I love being able to sleep in my boyfriend’s shirt… well, only as an alternative. I mean, I would prefer having him next to me, but I can settle for a shirt that smells like him.
Okay my Econ book is calling my name.
I hate you. And don’t think otherwise. If you do… I’ll kill you.
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