gonna get my base face on

how are you so perfect? so easy? my only problem with you is that I don't get to see you as much as I'd want to. and that, in itself, isn't even really a problem with you just a problem with circumstance. and people always ask me, how you're doing, and how we're doing, and all I can say is good because, that's it. we're good, we are really good. these four months I've known you have gone by fast. and not one instance of doubt. Just. Easy.

I've realized some people out there are just figured out, and it doesn't take someone to reassure them perpetually in order for them to feel figured out and settled. You're it. You're completely figured out and it's allowed me to figure myself out, in turn. I've wanted someone like you, who didn't require my constant reassurance, nor attention. Just my companionship. My time. In that, we've settled. We're figured out.

I really wish that my mother was a punctual person. It sucks enough I have to go home on a Saturday night, just really, it's been 3 hours since she said she'd be here to get me. Would have preferred otherwise, because well, I sort of had plans, but, oh well, I miss my family.

Put deposit on house, check (although apparently our rent has gone up? once again?). Back at work, check.

At least this down-time has led me back to The Selby. Some of my favorites..

back to the pizza smell

Ok, this week/today is exponentially greater because I just got a job, at the Mellow Mushroom in Downtown. Or, rather, officially transferred and will begin working either this weekend or the next. Not nervous, only a tad because I know I'll slip up a bit and maybe it will take me some re-adjusting to those fucking computers again.

But, either way, can't wait to walk home each day with those pretzels. Also, going to make the deposit on the house ASAP.

All of my stress seems to have just evaporated.

How is it that, I know the people I've only known for so many months way better than the people that I've known for the longest? What about the people I should be close to? I used to be close to? Why does one remain a stranger, when they have full opportunity not to be one?

It's something I don't understand. I don't understand the gaps in conversation and full out silences when there's obviously so much going on in their head. I don't see what's come between this stranger and I, or actually maybe I do, but I don't see it's necessity and I'd really prefer for it to just blow off. Whatever it may be.

I honestly, right now, feel really taken for granted.

The Holy Mountain

The Holy Mountain, love/hate relationship.
Like you'd understand. You're a little too easy-pace, little tikes, entry-level bullshit.

Now going to snuggle in bed with boy and sleep in although I failed to do so.
soooooooon

april

already? Really? Four months into this year and so much has happened. I'm so satisfied right now.

Okay, first of all, Underground Atlanta is never a good idea. It just makes you a little bit depressed and there are always weird smells coming from it. But, the build up, which always goes like this, "don't want to go to class? Let's go spend the day in Underground!" always makes you really excited for some un-fucking-known reason. I did get the great idea to search for black leggings to start on a few projects, for myself and some friends, but, could not even find full length ones. Underground is bunk, enough said. I just had to add this in though- there is a Waffle House there now.

Today I FINALLY went rock climbing at GSU with Carly. Okay, I've free-climbed before and I've done some psuedo-bouldering, but nothing past that. I have to say though, I'm really good at it. I'm going next week again... but also considering getting a month's membership to Atlanta Rocks with Ben.. After climbing (oh, and we played Squash, which was hilarious to say the least.) Carly and I went to Sweet Auburn Market. Recommend... Really, Old 4th Ward has some shit to offer.

Viewing a house on Sunday. I'm actually really excited.

interested