So long time again since I've written... short-story = long-distance love got to be joy and terror, in terms of barely seeing friends, having too much Skype, and eventually flying off for a couple weeks to be with my guy. It didn't turn out that well though, which sucks, to say the least, and a lot of it has/had to do with his immaturity. Pretty sure if I plan an inter-continental voyage with my boy over six months, he oughta be able to clean up his apartment beforehand... among other gems.
So not too many hours past, I let my mom know that my gayness has reached new heights, ala boyfriending it long distance.
Silence followed, along with some veiled insults towards my lad. 'You realize he probably has someone else over there...', 'What does he do? Oh, he won't have a job for sure...' etc. etc.
However, things are looking not too bad for permission to fly fly away to see him.
Quick and dirty, as things tend to be these days. Except my lovely long-distance love ties.
I'm writing this, because I've been meaning to journal for a while now and most especially because it's been weeks my loverboy and I have been long distancing, and things are holding steady.
So I woke up about an hour ago and thought of my distant love and went back to dreamland for 30, then thought and thought and thought about how much I miss him, and got up and did a couple things including this now and Facebook galore, haha.
I can't believe how much I miss him, how much I hate not waking up with him, how little I want to DO anything, because he's not here to do it with me, and at this point he might be away from me for 10 more fucking months.
So lots has gone on since my last entry... ala my boyfriend still being my boyfriend, and my having fallen in love with him. This happens to be just a week or two before he has now happened to fly away from me. For real. Ain't love grand?!
I actually do love him, and for the past several weeks have been having the time of my life. He did indeed move in, and plans were for an entire summer's stay, but right now he's home and in need of some documentation before he can come back for the rest of summer.
Sooooooo, onwards and upwards and no apologies for not writing, unless I have fans out there, then I *am* sorry!
Life's relatively good, I'm in my terrific uni city doing summer courses and club promoting. So cut to act 1/advice 1: HOW THE HELL DO I GET MORE PEOPLE INTO THE CLUB?! I haven't been at it very long, and even though I knew it'd be hard, its worse than I thought, bah.
So since I'm pretty sporadic about these updates I have to wonder if someone might not consider me to be a slut or an open mover or something - for verification I'm no such thing aaand it's just my paranoid self not wanting any projection of that sort of thing!
So I thought that I was beyond needing this, not that anyone 'needs' this, not that anyone DOESN'T need this. Maybe the developed world at large should be journaling more.
Anyway, my life is sort of on a good track, except my family's run of financial happiness (read: upper, upper middle class Canadians) has hit a downturn, damn. And I don't feel prepared for exams. But I seem to have sort of gotten what I wanted all year in the love department.
So I once again return to vent my fury and confusion, or something like it, haha.
I'm in uni and having a ball for the most part, except for the past month I've been sick and on meds and ick I'm back to coughing... and I have a midterm this week. And I may have screwed up coffee with a boy. And I kind of want to just hook up with a random man in the village since I haven't had sex in months and almost want the unlikely potential for a relationship from that.
I haven't written on here in AGES, so sue me!
Alright, current dilemma before future or previous updates on my life get to occurring:
I just found out that I'll have a nice-looking, presumably intelligent gay male from the States rooming down the hall from me when I move into residence before September 1st for the start of my fun university career.
Don't look at the tags or you'll spoil the entry. Honestly.
I realize I sort of implied in my last entry from ages ago that I'd continue with my theatre date with Lovelyboy, and I did try a bit here and there, but I might as well make a long story shorter and skip that continuation (as much fun as it was).
Alright, this is from actual weeks upon weeks ago, but it’s worth getting out there and recounting some more of it made me feel very happy so hurrah:
Hey y'all, it's me.
Well that was a message I got a few days ago and it had the perfect southern accent and I accidentally deleted it before I could communicate it to more people!
Anyway, as per the title, Lovelyboy Blues!
So I just got back from this sketchy youth centre 'club' place in my city that I've heard of before, and been to and found decent in terms of interior and acoustics and staff... when there were under 20 people there including me. However, this time when I went, I realized once again what a sheltered life I have.