Perpetual Smile

This? Is my new car. The side that’s showing? Is the side that is not dented. No worries; I wasn’t the one who drove while the denting occurred. It was a package deal. But for $400? You can’t beat it.

P-freaking-ESS: It can also go on the highway. Without me worrying that it’s going to fall apart.

P-double-freaking-ESS: I started writing about my chronic pain, from the beginning to what’s going on now, over at Scars Can Speak. Please read it and comment there if you’re interested. I hope it can help someone, or maybe help me find people going through similar things.

You know those days were it seems like everything bad possible can happen and it keeps on happening? Today was like that, but the polar opposite: I got smacked in the face with a bunch of good shit.

As soon as I got out of work I stopped at my house to grab that Academic Advising Form. I went to the ATM and took out $400 — not for a bribe; I didn’t up needing that kind of leverage — and stopped at Barnes and Noble for a gift card. Then I went to NVCC and found the Dean’s office. Her secretary said she was at lunch and would be back any minute, and coincidentally the secretary had just been on the phone with the Counseling Center discussing me and the Academic Advising Forms.

The Dean came back and we sat down with all of the copies. She looked at my form and confirmed that my advisor had told me to take the wrong course. Then, she said she would email the Registrar and have them waive that class. I’m graduating.

After that, I drove through a ton of traffic to get home and Dad called me. He told me to meet Vinny, the guy selling the Pontiac Sunfire, so he could sign the title over to me and I could pay him. He handed me the title, I handed him the $400, and not even the crazy traffic could kill my buzz. I have a better car.

On top of all that, tonight is the last night that Mike will be doing 3rd shift. He’ll be doing early mornings until the new year, and then he’s going to look for a better job. I get my Michael back.

Everything is falling into place, instead of falling apart.

Now it’s time to get ready for the holidays…

I initially had this post password-protected, ’cause it was sort of a present and I wanted Mike to be able to read it first. And read it he did. Apparently the word “boner” makes him laugh (see comments below).

Mike,

I know that by posting this — and letting you read it — you are totally gonna make fun of me, ’cause that’s how we roll. Still, I have yet to actually make a “this is why I love Mike” post; I usually just mention you or write about something funny you’ve said and call it a day. There have been several times where you asked me why I love you, and even though there are more than ten reasons here are some of the biggest: Read the rest of this entry »

I love how I turned the laptop on with all intentions to write… and I’m blogging.

So, the big thing that Mike had to talk to me about — you know, the thing I was getting all anxious about? Heh. He wanted to see if he could pay me back half of what he owes me from last week. I had to giggle at him, because he was being so serious about it. I also had to laugh at myself, for being such a dork and thinking it was something scary.

Speaking of Mike, things are going so well with him. I feel like a princess in a fairytale. When I first met him and we first started hanging out — or dating, whatever you want to call it — I never pictured we would be here, talking about apartments and our future. I never thought I could have something like this. I’ve been giddy for the last few days. I’m so, so happy.

I’m also going crazy trying to figure out what my surprise xmas present is. He gave me only a few clues: his sister is going to help him out with it and he had to ask my mom a couple of questions. Hmn. It all seems so obvious, so that’s probably not what it is. Still, my parents do like him; I asked them what they would think if we ever got married (we’ve been discussing the possibility of it, and he wanted to know what I would say if he asked). I guess I’ll have to wait and see. I do know what I’m going to get him, though. I’m really excited about it, but it still doesn’t seem like enough. I have such a hard time shopping for people, because nothing ever seems good enough to say how much I care about them. There is no gift on this planet that could tell my parents how grateful I am to have them, nor is there any gift perfect enough for the love of my life.

Sigh. This is why I hate xmas shopping.

I don’t usually buy into horoscopes, but sometimes they are freakishly true. This was mine for yesterday:

Aim for more of what you want, especially in a meeting. Focus on reality, yet make a group effort. What you can accomplish could stun even you. Absorb different ideas and praise others’ ingenuity, and you’ll get results. Tonight: Only what or whom you want.

I did, in fact, go to an important meeting. I met with my school’s Director of Student Activities to discuss assembling a bulletin board on campus featuring depression and possibly Letters of Love. She — and the woman I’m assuming is her assistant — really liked the idea, but said that we would have to get the Dean of Student Activities to approve what can and can’t go on the board. (I guess because Letters of Love is an outside group, it poses possible liability issues for the college.) Anyway, it went better than I thought because I for some reason thought that she would say no.

As for the “tonight” part of the horoscope, I answered a question that Mike had asked me Friday night. We agreed that we are “it” for each other and he was happy with my answer (which I, admittedly, dragged out and took forever to give him). I’m pretty deliriously in love.

PS: I’ll probably be posting a password-protected post tonight. Email me at elizawhat@gmail.com if you want the password. It’s kind of a personal, emotional thing that I want to share but not so publicly. (: