sometimes i have to remember that reality checks are good. and to find a way to stop feeling so damn sorry for myself. blarg! and really how lucky i am so have such fabulous friends. i just wish i could make them all live in boston so i could tell them every day how neat i think they are.

i suppose it is easy to get caught up in one's one melodrama, but jesus. i am still sad about alot of things at the moment, but it isnt soul crushing, and i have work to do. i am over it. or at least i am not going to cry anymore.

during my boring mcboring color theory class, i figured out what we are going to be munching during the wedding celebration...and i am not telling. but damn. it is going to be marvelous. and the drinks! oh the drinks!

sometimes max gets mad at me for losing* his stuff. and he inevitably finds said item somewhere typical, like IN HIS BAG. THE BAG HE CARRIES WITH HIM EVERYDAY. yet before he finds the item, he gets mad and irrated that i have clearly thrown out something very precious to him, just for the simple pleasure of me making him go without. right.



*actually cleaning the apartment and putting away both of our stuff in its correct container such as putting band-aids back in the bathroom. WHERE THEY BELONG!