poop

I’m out of school officially now. I joke with my friends that I took a year off of school and I’m still done before all of them and their real college, haha. The way I see it, there was no reason for me to go to a four year school. I never wanted to be anything but a massage therapist, so why should I waste the time and accrue all of that debt when I can just go to school for what I want? Instead of going to school for 4 years and being in mounds of debt, I went to school for 7 months and have $8000 worth of debt. It’s still a lot, but it’s not as bad as it could be, I suppose.

I feel very good about this relationship with Greg. Usually by this point in a relationship, I stop seeing cute little quirks as cute, and start seeing them as an annoyance, but I don’t feel that way yet. I don’t feel like I want to kill him yet, haha. When we’re together, I feel happy. He makes me smile for no reason at all. He always knows what to say to make me feel better. When I’m with him, I’m not up all night staring at the ceiling, I actually fall asleep. He makes me feel comfortable about myself.

When I was in relationships with other people, I always felt like they were just telling me I was pretty to make me feel better. They were just with me because they couldn’t find anyone better, and they would leave as soon as someone new came along. Now that I’m with him, I feel like I’m the only woman in the world. When he says things to me, I believe them. There’s no nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that he doesn’t mean it.

I love when he looks at me. I don’t feel embarrassed of my body, like I used to feel. I’m comfortable with myself, but when I was around other people, I still had those doubts in my mind. I see the way people look at me, I can almost see what they’re thinking sometimes. They look at me and they just see that awkward chubby girl. When I was with other people, those doubts always flooded back into my mind when they would look at me, but when I’m with him, I feel totally comfortable. I can take off my clothes without thinking that he might be disgusted. I know he likes what I look like, I know he is turned on by my body, I know he is with me because he wants to be, not because he thinks he can’t do any better, or because he is bored.

And he’s fucking gorgeous. He has a fantastic jaw line and amazing hands, and I’m a sucker for both of those things, haha. He’s muscular and strong. He has an adorable face and a body to die for.

I think I’m in love.

Some pictures =]

We were at Denny’s here. Our favorite waitress, Angie, is in the background. She and Greg were making me blush hardcore here, haha

We were both half asleep here, it was like 4 am, haha.

His birthday, New Years eve. He let me straighten his hair, it looked sexy.

kisses are the best =]