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[May 10, 2008 @ 5:31pm] |
Wow. At the rate things have been going, I was starting to think I wouldn't have any free time left to write here. Things have just been completely crazy as of late, and so I've been pretty much incommunicado. Hell, I think Leah was even starting to feel it, and she lives with me. I never meant to make her feel like that, but it sometimes happens when I get completely focused on stuff. Tunnel vision, I swear. It kind of sucks sometimes, yeah, but at least I get things done that way? That's what I tell myself, at least, when it happens. Maybe I'm lying to myself, I dunno. Maybe I'm just in denial.
Wow, I'm rambling, already. Good job, Emerson.
So, I guess I should at least document everything that's been going on, yeah? Well, probably the most important thing to happen since I last commented or wrote anything has already been announced. I married Leah, finally. She'd been waiting on me long enough, and as much as I love her, I can honestly say I was starting to wonder why she put up with me. She'd been waiting so long for us to be married, and all because I couldn't make up my mind on my major, get off my ass, and graduate. It wasn't fair to her, having to constantly wait because of my stupidity and wishy-washy ideas. So I married her. It wasn't, you know, the big thing I know she wants, but it's legal. She's my wife, and I'm hers . . . and I never thought I'd be so happy to be legally owned. It's weird, you know? I mean, nothing has really changed in the house, but it just FEELS different, now that she's my wife. It's like the whole air of the place changed, now that she's not just my live-in girlfriend anymore. I can't even begin to explain it, and I'm doing a really terrible job trying, so I think it's time I just stop before I start rambling again.
Oh, on a random side note, if you hear the smoke alarm going off in Escape 303, it's okay. That's just me. God help us all, I'm trying to learn to actually cook, for her. So far it's a disaster, but I'm still trying. Just a friendly little warning there.
Now, as for the reason disappearance as of late. One word should explain it all: finals. God, that really, REALLY sucked. I'd already forgotten how much stress comes with finals. Just a note - taking 24 credit hours a semester? NOT a good idea. Ever. No matter what. I swear, I'm surprised I'm still alive after all of that workload. I can't even begin to count how many times I've woken up in the kitchen in the morning, after falling asleep on my psych book studying. It's not good for the back, either, and I'm pretty sure I've got a permanent crick in my neck. But, it has its rewards, I guess. I still need to tell Leah about that . . . I have a surprise for her, but I'm not going into detail about that here, because then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?
Really, that's all there is going on in my life. I'm out of classes, though, so hopefully I can relax and just enjoy married life . . . I hope.
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