Writing with a Purpose: Summer Edition

5. 5/28/15

I know it seems like I skipped a day, but as promised I will fill you in on "yesterday's" entry. I say it with quotation marks because the only reason it's considered yesterday is because I'm finally writing around 12 AM.

Besides that, I'd like to discuss my most recent predicament. The only downside about summer so far is that I'm finding myself waking up alot earlier than I would like to. For some reason when I sleep, I tend to wake up in the middle of the night or early hours of the morning. Sometimes it's because my mind is still awake even as I dream and I wake myself during a weird dream cause I'm scared of what will happen next. Other times, I wake up cause of scary dreams. I rarely have good dreams anymore and I rarely ever remember my dreams too. That doesn't seem right, but it's true. I just wish I could sleep longer. I want to sleep 'til at least 11 but I wake up a lot around 7 AM or even 6 one time, then have a hard time falling back asleep without my mind still being awake. So really, I RARELY have a good night's sleep.

Anyway, yesterday I spent all night with my boyfriend. I won't speak to heavily on my morning and afternoon because I was just home at that time, taking care of my siblings. Nothing too exciting. As I was saying, I arrived to his house around late 6 PM. I was starving so he heated me up a Jimmy Dean. One of my favorite things about him is that he does a lot of little things for me without asking. I don't think he realizes that he does it either. He just does it cause thats who he is. For example, I told him I was hungry and the first thing he does is shows me what there is to eat. When I asked for the Jimmy Dean croissant, he automatically goes to heat it up, pours me a drink, and when it's finally ready, gets me a napkin and carries my food upstairs for me. I don't know, may not seem like a big deal but to me, it means a lot.

After I finish eating, his mom gets home. I go say hello and after a couple minutes, we return upstairs. First of all, let me just tell you how happy I was to be there. For one thing, I was out of my house, which ALWAYS is a good thing. Secondly, I was with him! We started watching movies and of course kissed.

I missed his lips.

Kissing is such an intimate action. I wonder who were the first people to kiss? My cousin believes that kissing is almost sacred. Me personally, I wouldn't go to the extreme to say that kissing is sacred-like but I think it's cute that she feels that way. She thinks it's something really special and she only kisses people who she felt were really special to her, which is only one or two people. I admire her will power.

As always, I'm getting off topic. Later his mom ordered us Chinese food, as shown in the picture I included for this entry. Usually, Brenon doesn't talk much when he eats. I think it's kind of awkward not to talk while eating. Thankfully, his mom spoke to me. She asked me how I was doing and I told her "Fine." I asked her about her day and she proceeded on to telling me that it was terrible and she would love to just win the lottery. It was funny almost and a coincidence because Lumberjack Dad said the same thing on the ride back home. I asked what she'd do with the money. She told me she'd pay every thing off. Exactly something my parents would say. I love his mom, honestly. I tell him that all the time. She's pretty badass it seems.

After dinner, we returned upstairs. We chilled on the couch in his media room. Time always seems to go by so fast every time I'm with him now. I hate it. Every time I'm with him, I dread leaving. Even if we're not doing anything, I still love being with him.

I left his house around 11 o'clock. That's the latest I've been over. I was surprised my overprotective dad didn't rush through his workout to get me. I guess he's finally realizing that I'm getting older and he needs to slowly let go.

Well I'm gonna go ahead and finish this off (-: bye.