I've been pretty much living at Boyfriend's house for the last week. He's had holidays (but is still working from home, producing this cd) it's cool seeing him so much; but I'm really not ready to live with him yet. I love that I have this healthy perspective - ie, I know that missing him is a good thing, and that we shouldn't spend every second together (thank you, Funzo Ex 3).
He was going to buy me a puppy for my birthday (I'll be 24 in just less than a month... eep). We had a gorgeous purebred staffy picked out. I was going to call him Gavin. We were both so happy. But then Mum talked me down, using logic. I had a sook. The end. (Her main arguments: you're not home enough, you don't know what you'll be doing in the next five years, let alone ten, do you really want the pressure? My single counter-argument: but I WANT one!)
Bad news! The cunt who marked my off-campus sub-ediitng class gave me 68% for my final essay (2 essays x 50%). A 68. That's a CREDIT. I feel so dirty. (Fuck off, I really am a nerd). I just found out about it half an hour ago. Apparently Prof. Writing students are always marked harshly in journo subjects. Well he can go fist himself.
Good news! I *just* found out that I'm going to be an editor for the uni literary journal next year! Woo! (That is, of course, if I don't get a fulltime job...)
More bad news! I've wrecked my back. From carrying heavy library books and doing the sex. Baaaah.
Have you heard of Becky Bell? I borrowed her book from surlypunk, and I have to give it back tomorrow. Sniff. Anyway, I was reading some sexy bits to Boyfriend last night. He loved it. And hey, reading aloud, I loved it, too. I'll have to get him to get more of her stuff from amazon and make it a regular thing. Mmmm.
Was going to go to work today, but I've worked so fucking much lately that I decided to go to the movies with my friends instead. Hah! Saw Flight Plan, which was ok, but an unmade-up Jodie Foster spent 90 minutes with... her face. Shudder.
So we've got a really boring weekend planned because we're both kind of sick and blah. Which sucks, as I'd love to start having some big nights out again, but it'll have to wait til we're both healthier.
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