…otherwise known as home. So unfortunately, that means I won’t have a lot of opportunities to blog, which really is too bad. But I will still be writing, so expect some stuff when I get back to the modern world every once and awhile. Love y’all.
-Ashlyn Kate
Why would God make us all so different if he wanted us to be the same?
Happy birthday, John Brown. When I think of you I will always think of this Kansas album.
Must…stop…
Texting.
Facebooking.
Tumbling.
Surfing the web.
Looking forward to summer.
Must…write…last paper of the semester.
You know what? I may not get that surging, euphoric feeling from performing under the stadium lights on a football field, but seeing how excited my girls get about colorguard and watching them perform is almost just as sweet.
Not in any necessary order…
1. A pint of Ben & Jerry’s Peanut Butter Cup ice cream
2. Swimming and sunbathing at the river
3. Finding a sweet, new hamper in the free pile
4. Cleaning and packing up for summer
5. Quality time with my gal, Emily
6. Talking to my wonderful boyfriend and being one day closer to being in the same state as him!
1 week of school left and I will be exactly 3 semesters away from being a college graduate.
1 more week until I get to be with my family, and my best friends, and my boyfriend.
1 more week until I get to see my colorguard girls and meet the new girls who will become my colorguard girls.
In the meantime though, I’ll enjoy all the great things that Wilson has to offer.
My heart is straight. My inmost being open.
…me and my boyfriend had our first real fight. It was a real knock-down, drag-out, which actually makes a lot of sense when you think about it.
First, long distance relationships are not always that easy. A lot of conflict is created simply from the frustration of not being able to see one another often. Add conflicting schedules like Rodney and I have and things don’t get any simpler. And then just to top it off, add the pressures of finals week for this college kid.
Second, when alcohol is involved things get messier and much more dramatic than they actually are. This is a vice for both of us and normally we’re perfectly civil with one another when one or both of us have been drinking. If anything, we’re usually even more lovey-dovey and disgustingly into one another. What can I say? Sometimes alcohol brings out the worst in you. That’s just something we both have to work on.
Third, every couple eventually has “that fight”. That first big one where tensions are high and nerves are shot and vulnerability is at its peak. Rodney and I have been dating for almost 9 months. If we were fighting like this in the first couple months I think it would be a cause for concern, but after this long I think it’s perfectly normal to have this sort of a fight.
What’s important is bouncing back. Being able to swallow your pride and say that you’re sorry. Still loving one another even when you’re fighting. Not making this fight a part of any future fights. Rodney makes me really happy, but more importantly, I’m happy with myself. After a pretty rough year, it’s nice to be in a good place again, surrounded by people who care about me, including this new boy who was completely unexpected and everything I needed.
So yeah, we had a fight. But I’d rather fight with him than anyone else.
<3 her.
(Source: fredermediator, via fuckyeah1990s)
