Around Christmas time, or rather, just after, Jaten learned the secret identity of my blog. I really understand that by writing and posting to the internet, I'm allowing anyone and everyone to read my thoughts, but I always get a little concerned when the person I am writing about is reading it. Granted that the person I was concerned with is my lovely boyfriend and I keep nothing from him, but it still hit that part of my thoughts.
Right now I should be researching information for the 20ish page paper I have to have written in about 2 weeks. The paper is on the cultural differences between being famous in the times of actor, David Garrick and actress, Marilyn Monroe. I could also be expanding my analysis on The Dutchman to be 8 pages long. I could also be recalling as much as I could about the hike Jaten and I did over spring break (Angel's Landing, Zion UT)so that it too can be prepared for the end of the semester. There are a multitude of assignments and projects that I COULD be working on, but let's face it, I'm so over being productive at this point.
So... My birthday is tomorrow. I've been thinking a lot about how all the friends I have at school are really almost only acquaintances. This is done through a series of observation of the behavior they have among each other and with me. Yeah, we're all friends at school, but sometimes I feel like that is the only place people care to befriend me. Everyone else webs their social lives together, they hang out, they get lunch, they party. All the time. I'm hardly ever invited, and if I am, it is on the same day of the event. Only hours prior. Granted, I am extremely grateful that I have a social life outside of the department, it would still be nice to know that these people care enough about me to throw me a birthday party or something... Ya know, like they do everyone else. But it is fine, I get it. And for this reason, I have removed (to the best of my knowledge) the date of my birthday. That way I won't get the superficial texts and wall-posts about something no one really cares about anyway. I don't say that in pity of myself, I say it out of experience. I notice that whenever I learn it is someone's birthday, I find myself trying to convince them I knew all along through a especially perky salutation. It is fake. While I do wish the birthday person does have a lovely day, I don't think it is my responsibility to make that happen. If it were Chelsea, on the other hand, yeah, it would be my responsibility.
Regardless, I postponing my day of birth. Jaten has rehearsal and I really don't want to celebrate without him. In addition, more exciting things can happen if I wait until everyone else is more available too. This means as soon as school is out for the summer, all the liquor stores better watch their shelves because I aim to be 22.
Speaking of Jaten. Ugh. Where to I even start. This boy is incredible. Several friends have exclaimed that we're perfect for one another, just stating the obvious. I'm so fortunate to have him in my life. Everyday I feel how much he loves me, and everyday my love for him grows. Words cannot express. I mean, yeah, they've been doing pretty well, but in the long run, there just aren't enough combinations to help one harness the gravity of our affection.
So, no. I have not purposefully been abstaining from posts just because Jaten found out about my blog, as one reader feared. But rather, I've been preoccupied with other shit. Mostly a boy. :)
Anyway, until next time.
OH! P.S. I thought this was funny. In reviewing my notes on geography (chapters rocks, volcanoes, and earthquakes) I found a word that I couldn't define. This is entirely due to the fact that I didn't understand the professor speaking clearly as she attempted. Naturally, I improvised. It looked something like this: Batholiths- guess, mutha fucka!
Yep. I did that.
