The line art is probably like what we’re leaning, but I like the other images too. I’m about to go vacuum my car (he has a dyson too, did I mention that?) and then hit the gym. I NEED to get back in better shape than where I let myself go. We’re going on vacation at the end of the week. I know I can’t drastically change by then, but I can start. Change is change. I need to get out of this habit of getting somewhere and then letting myself go. I mentioned it to Matt but I was going to the gym before I met him. Given, I stopped because of my rash, but I put on so much weight since then. I was in much better shape just 2 months ago. This is bullshit. My goal is less talk and more action. Stop being such a fatass, Jeanne.

Anyway, the Carrie thing. I’ve been here a lot. I’m sitting in the kitchen on my new computer. I’m writing and he was sweeping in the kitchen and just hanging out. I feel like a writer, sitting back and just doing my thing. This is a really cool satisfying feeling, actually. I like it a lot. I feel so independent. I’m just here, pretty much doing things on my own. But I honestly have the best boyfriend in the world. He is so much more than I could have ever hoped for. I am so happy with him. I can’t say I’m completely happy because I’ve been having trouble with myself- but that’ a work in progress.

He’s so crazy and nerdy. He pretty much completes me. I encouraged him to drink the other day after we both had really long weeks and he started letting some things slip(?) about if we end up married or if I take his hand. I honestly wouldn’t mind that. He’s good for me. The only thing is that his friend got married after only knowing a girl for 3 months. He doesn’t want to do things like that, but I get the feeling this is pretty solid. I’m just enjoying myself in the mean time. Next weekend is the start of our vacation. We’re going down to his family’s place in North Carolina (10 hour drive) for a few days, then we’re driving out to Ocean City, MD (9 hour drive) for about a week to ourselves. I’m super excited. I really need this.

He’s preparing dinner right now. Things are great. We’re going to watch jeopardy. I’ll try to keep this updated more often. Peace out

I accepted,  of course! I know I say I’m crazy, but you’d have to be dead or undead not to do it in my shoes. Not just for the amount we have in common, but for the hours on end we can spend talking and never getting any sleep. For every detail and all the coincidences (innumerable at this point), maybe it was a sign. I just know that I am happy.

You hear that? Happy. Maybe not so happy at the timing and all my stupid school things, but inside, I’m in the clouds What’s crazier is that I think he’s happier than I am (not that it’s a problem).

So here it is, ladies and gentleman. For the first time in poor little J-bird‘s life, she’s not single. For historian purposes, it happened shortly after the midnight crossing of 24 February, 2012. Go check his facebook. Go like me on fb too while you’re at it