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tsukikageTiern has a blog! Poor Tiern... Poor, tortured Tiern... Don't worry, I'll get you a nice lemony boyfriend soon. =P (I have absolutely NO skill in fanfic writing, much less lemon writing. ^^;)
Yea... So, anyways, school is finally over. Summer vacation FOR REAL! As in I DON'T HAVE TO GET UP AT 6:302 OR BE HOME AT 21:30! (Not having to wear long pants and shirts is a plus too - the classroom was always cold.) I'm just generally glad...
Patrick's birthday was today. Now that he knows... I got him "President Reagan: The Role of a Lifetime", a Footprints bookmark, and a self-made coupon good for two tickets to the Tori Amos / Ben Folds concert if he doesn't go to Australia. (If he does, he'll be gone the day of the concert.) He didn't have the book, thank God! He seemed to like the prezzies.
Dinner was very good, as usual. Steak, salad, roqulette (sp?), watermelon, blueberries and strawberries, and yummy white cake with chocolate frosting. (Pat's younger brother, Jeff made it. Yum. ^_^)
After dinner the family laid out on his lawn. Nancy (Pat's mom), Gene (Nancy's live-in boyfriend, Patrick and I laid down on the grass and Jeff hurdled over us. Then Jeff laid down and I hurdled over everybody. Whee! I spent some time staring at the night sky. I truly am my father's daughter - a daughter of the night. ^_^
Pat and I had quite a discussion in the car, about a lot of things. Or maybe they were the same thing. It was hard and draining, but to be honest, I'm happy about it. That we're having discussions like these shows me that we both intend to be together for a while now...
Anyways, I told him for reading the chat logs between his friend (of whom I had been jealous, largely due to reading these logs) and him, and told him that I had deleted them a while ago. He forgave me.
I'm trying to get him to tell me more about his past. I want to know who he was before I met him, but all I see is a dense fog. If we're going to be together for the long haul... I want him to clear that fog. It doesn't have to be now, or even this month... But discomfort isn't a reason to not tell me things. Patrick, I won't love you any less after you tell me.
I also realized that though I can give him my opinion, his decisions are not mine to make. He is who he is, and I am who I am. We have different ideas of what is worth how much; and his opinion is what counts when it comes to his own life.
Yea... So, anyways, school is finally over. Summer vacation FOR REAL! As in I DON'T HAVE TO GET UP AT 6:302 OR BE HOME AT 21:30! (Not having to wear long pants and shirts is a plus too - the classroom was always cold.) I'm just generally glad...
Patrick's birthday was today. Now that he knows... I got him "President Reagan: The Role of a Lifetime", a Footprints bookmark, and a self-made coupon good for two tickets to the Tori Amos / Ben Folds concert if he doesn't go to Australia. (If he does, he'll be gone the day of the concert.) He didn't have the book, thank God! He seemed to like the prezzies.
Dinner was very good, as usual. Steak, salad, roqulette (sp?), watermelon, blueberries and strawberries, and yummy white cake with chocolate frosting. (Pat's younger brother, Jeff made it. Yum. ^_^)
After dinner the family laid out on his lawn. Nancy (Pat's mom), Gene (Nancy's live-in boyfriend, Patrick and I laid down on the grass and Jeff hurdled over us. Then Jeff laid down and I hurdled over everybody. Whee! I spent some time staring at the night sky. I truly am my father's daughter - a daughter of the night. ^_^
Pat and I had quite a discussion in the car, about a lot of things. Or maybe they were the same thing. It was hard and draining, but to be honest, I'm happy about it. That we're having discussions like these shows me that we both intend to be together for a while now...
Anyways, I told him for reading the chat logs between his friend (of whom I had been jealous, largely due to reading these logs) and him, and told him that I had deleted them a while ago. He forgave me.
I'm trying to get him to tell me more about his past. I want to know who he was before I met him, but all I see is a dense fog. If we're going to be together for the long haul... I want him to clear that fog. It doesn't have to be now, or even this month... But discomfort isn't a reason to not tell me things. Patrick, I won't love you any less after you tell me.
I also realized that though I can give him my opinion, his decisions are not mine to make. He is who he is, and I am who I am. We have different ideas of what is worth how much; and his opinion is what counts when it comes to his own life.