So That Date...
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hesperornisMmmmmm.... life is good. Except for that constant sleep-deprived feeling. But even that is OK when I remember why I'm sleep-deprived to begin with. *sappy, sappy grin...*
I'm finding it almost disturbing how perfectly natural it feels to be doing disgustingly sappy things now that I have a boyfriend. For example. Had my Self a year ago--no, even a month ago--seen me walking down the street hand-in-hand with Chris today, my month-ago-Self would have been nauseated to the core. We just look _that_ dopey, I'm sure. But it _feels_ so nice. Oh well.
The weather was absolutely gorgeous this morning--brisk fall wind and seventy-odd degress. Leaves are turning, Hallowe'en decorations are up, it's just _perfect_. We walked down to a little place called the Soda Shoppe downtown, where I had a BLT with brie and he had a french dip. And something called an egg cream that I'd never heard of before. It was basically an italian soda, except instead of standard flavor-syrup there was chocolate syrup. Like the kind you top ice cream with. Lots of it. Perfectly decadent. *blinks* Hmm. I bet it'd taste _really_ good with a little Bailey's... *plots* :-)
Anyway, so after lunch we wandered around downtown looking sappy until it was time for me to head to work. He walked me over here, held all the doors etc. etc. I showed him some of the fossils in the building stones, he laughed at all the 'Mole Day' posters that someone put up in Tomanek, we stopped to admire a big leaf katydid, sappy sappy sappy and so on and so forth. Needless to say, I'm still grinning.
All would be pretty much perfect if it weren't for Ellen's meddling. The one hitch in Chris's and my relationship was that he wasn't quite sure how to break it to his relatively-recent ex, Jill. He just wanted to be the one to tell her about us so the rumour mill wouldn't have time to do anything nasty. But, Ellen saw us holding hands at a concert on Monday, asked us about it, swore she wouldn't tell anyone until we were ready, and then promptly turned around and rubbed it in Jill's face. Chris has since talked with Jill, and things are fine on that front, fortunately. Ellen, however, has managed to mire herself even more deeply in the general contempt of the people around her. Chris talked to her last night--showing admirable restraint, in my opinion, seeing as no blows were exchanged--and apparently called a few of her numerous bluffs. She also apparently admitted to blabbing out of sheer mean spite and for a couple of cheap laughs. And then she had the gall to call _Chris_ un-Christian for taking her to task about it. I've been doing my best to give this girl the benefit of the doubt--I keep asking myself what could have so screwed up her life that she delights in making others miserable--but if things get any more personal, I'm going to start getting mad. And as tough as she talks, I don't think she could take me in a boffer fight. Especially not with Chris and everyone else on my team against her.
_Anyway_, the upshot is that despite my best intentions to get a full eight hours last night, I couldn't just leave Chris angry. Hugs and neckrubs were administered to good effect.
*sigh* I'm doing my level best to not let having a boyfriend interfere with my classes. I'm still reeling from sheer novelty and from a succession of late nights. I suppose that will calm down soon enough, but in the meantime... if any of you out there have any advice, I'd welcome it. :-)
I'm finding it almost disturbing how perfectly natural it feels to be doing disgustingly sappy things now that I have a boyfriend. For example. Had my Self a year ago--no, even a month ago--seen me walking down the street hand-in-hand with Chris today, my month-ago-Self would have been nauseated to the core. We just look _that_ dopey, I'm sure. But it _feels_ so nice. Oh well.
The weather was absolutely gorgeous this morning--brisk fall wind and seventy-odd degress. Leaves are turning, Hallowe'en decorations are up, it's just _perfect_. We walked down to a little place called the Soda Shoppe downtown, where I had a BLT with brie and he had a french dip. And something called an egg cream that I'd never heard of before. It was basically an italian soda, except instead of standard flavor-syrup there was chocolate syrup. Like the kind you top ice cream with. Lots of it. Perfectly decadent. *blinks* Hmm. I bet it'd taste _really_ good with a little Bailey's... *plots* :-)
Anyway, so after lunch we wandered around downtown looking sappy until it was time for me to head to work. He walked me over here, held all the doors etc. etc. I showed him some of the fossils in the building stones, he laughed at all the 'Mole Day' posters that someone put up in Tomanek, we stopped to admire a big leaf katydid, sappy sappy sappy and so on and so forth. Needless to say, I'm still grinning.
All would be pretty much perfect if it weren't for Ellen's meddling. The one hitch in Chris's and my relationship was that he wasn't quite sure how to break it to his relatively-recent ex, Jill. He just wanted to be the one to tell her about us so the rumour mill wouldn't have time to do anything nasty. But, Ellen saw us holding hands at a concert on Monday, asked us about it, swore she wouldn't tell anyone until we were ready, and then promptly turned around and rubbed it in Jill's face. Chris has since talked with Jill, and things are fine on that front, fortunately. Ellen, however, has managed to mire herself even more deeply in the general contempt of the people around her. Chris talked to her last night--showing admirable restraint, in my opinion, seeing as no blows were exchanged--and apparently called a few of her numerous bluffs. She also apparently admitted to blabbing out of sheer mean spite and for a couple of cheap laughs. And then she had the gall to call _Chris_ un-Christian for taking her to task about it. I've been doing my best to give this girl the benefit of the doubt--I keep asking myself what could have so screwed up her life that she delights in making others miserable--but if things get any more personal, I'm going to start getting mad. And as tough as she talks, I don't think she could take me in a boffer fight. Especially not with Chris and everyone else on my team against her.
_Anyway_, the upshot is that despite my best intentions to get a full eight hours last night, I couldn't just leave Chris angry. Hugs and neckrubs were administered to good effect.
*sigh* I'm doing my level best to not let having a boyfriend interfere with my classes. I'm still reeling from sheer novelty and from a succession of late nights. I suppose that will calm down soon enough, but in the meantime... if any of you out there have any advice, I'd welcome it. :-)
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Date: 2004-10-23 08:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-23 12:37 pm (UTC)Don't let me rain on your parade, though. Graduate school and a robust social life are not at all and should not be mutually exclusive. :)