GPOYW. Wedding edition. I wore this dress from Express to my boyfriend’s cousin’s wedding a few weeks ago. I was worried that it was too short, but I received quite a few compliments on it, including his mother telling me I chose the perfect dress. Fuck yes. It was a great night and I had a whole hell of a lot of fun hanging out with my boyfriend and his sisters and cousins all night. That whole stressful meeting the parents/family for the first time thing turned out to be way easier than I thought it would be and I’m actually looking forward to seeing them again. His family is super cute and fun. 

(Posting this photo here for posterity because, hey, I looked damn good.)

Want to know something fun? I register for classes next week, which means that this week, I have to go to advising and declare my major (finally). One little problem. I don’t know what my major is. So between now and Friday, I have to figure that out. I think I want to double-major in French and Criminal Justice. I can do it in 65 units which is exactly what I need to graduate. But I’m not sure. THIS IS SO STRESSFUL. Where did all my time to do make this decision go?

I spent the night at his house last night. Don’t look at me like that. It was Valentine’s Day. I’m only human. 

He picked me up from work. It was raining and he wanted me to help him with some homework. Alright, of course I’ll help. But after a beer in the lot with our boss and our friend (my reward for staying late because we’re all alcoholics at this store), he decided maybe he wouldn’t do his homework tonight. He dropped me off at my place and we spent a good 15 minutes not saying good night like we should have. Neither of us wanted to spend the evening alone, I think.

And then I was in his car again and we were headed to his place. So much for staying strong on my decision to call things off. Oh, well. No regrets.

It was a really good night. We just talked. We didn’t even have sex (not that he didn’t try and not that I didn’t want to, but, dammit, I had to draw the line somewhere). We talked and he held me and, fuck, it was fun just to be with him. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up holding his hand, his fingers interlaced with mine. We’re getting a lot better at sleeping together. 

Ugh, the sap level here is grossing me out, too. Sorry. 

I like the stupid fucker and he likes me. And even though we’re not dating (and won’t be for a while), just knowing that is nice. 

“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” — Kurt Vonnegut.

I was quite happy yesterday. I wasn’t expecting that.

The roommates and I had our little Christmas celebration last night, a four-course meal and a gift exchange. I got this mug, The Accidental Billionaires, Clue (the movie), and The Emperor’s New Groove. My roommates are awesome. 

Of course, because I suck and December has snuck up on me, my gifts to them will be January gifts. Like a third Christmas! 

GPOYW. I went to see Toy Story 3 yesterday. It was one more tearful good-bye to my childhood and then I came home and had some fun with the 3-D glasses.

Bangs! Well, sort of. I’m still just trying to train my hair to do this and to ignore the natural urge to follow the cowlicks, but I’ll get it cut soon.

Me in class today. Don’t I look enthralled by the day’s lecture?

GPOYW. I wish I could do backbends, but this is about as far as I can go.

GPOYW. It’s cold and windy here in San Francisco today. I almost didn’t get out of bed to go to class because it was so cold and so windy.