laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night. never could be sweeter than with you. and in the streets you run afree, like it's only you and me. home is whenever i'm with you.

The last time that I posted was in July of 2011. I know, I lose. BUT, I’m back and better than ever. And by better I mean exactly the same.

Anyway…

I’ve been reading a lot lately and it has given me this urge to write. I spend my time in the car coming up with witty and hilarious little posts for all to enjoy. Then I get home and it is like my head is empty. Go ahead, make a blonde joke. But they won’t really work since I’m in transition and my hair sort of looks like a wannabe blonde. A wannabe blonde hooker on crack. That’s okay, come Saturday and I will be looking as fabulous as ever… and much less like a cracked out whore. At least I hope.

See, normally I would care what I look like but ever since my boyfriend moved 2930847308 miles away from me, I find myself justifying a little too much why I don’t need to do my hair. Ever. Speaking of being abandoned by the only person who keeps me sane… let’s talk about that for a second.

I’ve noticed there are two types of people when it comes to talking about long distant relationships.

1. The ones that look at you with pity in their eyes and ask you “how you are doing?” Like the only reason your boyfriend moved was to get as far, far away from you as possible. Then they start talking about how you’ll eventually find someone… it’s only a matter of time. Wait, did I miss something? Did I get dumped and I’m just not aware of it? WHAT IS GOING ON??
2. They go on and on and on about how TERRIBLE long distance relationships are and ask you a million questions about all the funny (but only to them) little things that happen during this time.. like the dumb little arguments or having to go to everything dateless. Ya, it’s all REAL FREAKIN hilarious! You do realize this is my life “we” are laughing about. And by we I mean you laughing while I’m crying on the inside.

Long distance relationships are great! Okay for reals…this sucks. This was never how God intended for it to be. I mean, it’s like being single… but worse. The whole point of being in a relationship is so your friends don’t give you the “we’re so sorry you are single and wish we could help” look whenever you see them. Why can’t people keep their pity to themselves? Giiiiirl, don’t worry… I feel sorry for myself enough. Trust me.

So what is happening is that I have a boyfriend and people are still feeling sorry for me. Therefore making this whole situation very confusing. Sometimes I call up Dan after one of these encounters and ask him if we are still, in fact, together. As to why he hasn’t left  me yet for being crazy is beyond me. But hey, I don’t ask questions. 

But really, all jokes aside. This isn’t an ideal situation. My best friend no longer lives up the street. He isn’t here for the day in, day out. BUT, this is the situation we are in. We are working hard to make the best of it. Sometimes life unfolds very differently than we plan for it to and I refuse to allow for this to ruin how great we are together. We figure it is only a season of our life. We talk about and make plans to eventually be closer to each other. It helps to know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I am extremely thankful that we are only an hour plane ride from each other and that we can afford to see each other at least every other weekend. So it’s almost like we aren’t apart. Almost.

So when people ask me how I’m doing… this is what I’m going to say: Well, I don’t want to punch him any more now than I did before, so I think that’s a good sign. :)