Mrs Kristen C (3:41:22 PM): hi ma
mom(3:41:44 PM):
mom(3:41:56 PM): i have a feeling i'm not going to hear from mimu for 2 weeks
Mrs Kristen C (3:42:09 PM): whyyyy?
mom (3:42:26 PM): because "the boy" is here
mom (3:42:35 PM): and it's all about Kristen and "the boy" now
Mrs Kristen C (3:42:54 PM): mimu's here!
mom (3:42:54 PM): no wakie wakie calls, no opi mimu moments
mom(3:43:08 PM): she is?!?!?!?!?
Mrs Kristen C (3:43:13 PM): i called for da wakie wakie this morning
mom (3:43:15 PM): MIMU????
Mrs Kristen C (3:43:18 PM): and OPI IGNORED IT
mom(3:43:28 PM): no, Opi let it go into a message
mom(3:43:37 PM): mamu was dead and did not hear the phone
mom(3:44:00 PM): so Opi took the opportunity to let it go into the message machine so she could have a message from mimu
mom(3:44:24 PM): but mimu sounded very calm and relaxed
mom (3:44:39 PM): so Opi assumed Kristen must have gotten laid
mom (3:44:55 PM): OPI!!!!
Mrs Kristen C (3:44:57 PM): OPI!
Ramblings
I miss him so bad tonight.
He's working on his project and he needs to get it done as soon as possible, since the clock has been ticking to the tune of a deadline for quite some time now. I'm really proud of how hard he's been working on it and I can't wait to see the work he's done. I swear, I'm trying really hard to be supportive, and not let my own selfish wants (talking to him) interfere with his work.
But I miss him like crazy, tonight especially. I was in my car listening to that Blue October song and all I could think about was him. I think I've heard the song about 20 times now, and each time I hear it, I fall into this cloud of visuals and memories of us. I can't wait to see him. Only four more days to go, even though I'm sure they're going to be some of the longest four days of my entire life. I left NY approximately 11 days ago, which doesn't sound like a lot, but has somehow managed to feel like an eternity. I'm guessing the last leg of this seperation isn't going to be any different.
I can't waiiiiit to hug him. This is ridiculous. These long distance relationships are like watching old people count pocket change, slow and frustrating.
Anyway, I was hoping that I'd be able to fight off the sleepyness and wait for his call, but I just don't see that happening. So I'm off to bed.
He's working on his project and he needs to get it done as soon as possible, since the clock has been ticking to the tune of a deadline for quite some time now. I'm really proud of how hard he's been working on it and I can't wait to see the work he's done. I swear, I'm trying really hard to be supportive, and not let my own selfish wants (talking to him) interfere with his work.
But I miss him like crazy, tonight especially. I was in my car listening to that Blue October song and all I could think about was him. I think I've heard the song about 20 times now, and each time I hear it, I fall into this cloud of visuals and memories of us. I can't wait to see him. Only four more days to go, even though I'm sure they're going to be some of the longest four days of my entire life. I left NY approximately 11 days ago, which doesn't sound like a lot, but has somehow managed to feel like an eternity. I'm guessing the last leg of this seperation isn't going to be any different.
I can't waiiiiit to hug him. This is ridiculous. These long distance relationships are like watching old people count pocket change, slow and frustrating.
Anyway, I was hoping that I'd be able to fight off the sleepyness and wait for his call, but I just don't see that happening. So I'm off to bed.
Blue October - Calling you
Theres something that i cant quite explain
i'm so in love with you
you'll never take that away
and if i said a hundred times before
expect a thousand more
you never take that away
well expect me to be
calling you to see
if you're ok when i'm not around
asking if you love me
i love the way you make it sound
calling you to see
do i try too hard to make you smile
to make a smile
well i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
i thought that the world had lost its sway
(its so hard sometimes)
then i fell in love with you
(then came you)
and you took that away
(its not so difficult, the world is not so difficult)
you take away the old
show me the new
and i feel like i can fly
when i stand next to you
so what if I'm on this phone
a hundred miles from home
i take the words you gave
and send them back to you
i only want to see
if you're ok when i'm not around
asking if you love me
i love the way you make it sound
calling you to see
do i try too hard to make you smile
to make a smile
i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
well i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
i will keep calling you to see
if you're sleepin are you dreamin and
if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me
i cant believe
you actually picked...me
Smitten
Crazy. I'm so freakin' crazy, about this boy who lives a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
It started off as just a crush on a voice on the computer, and just some letters on a screen, and turned into something I can barely understand. A kindergarten crush, graduated to a 4th grade crush, which bloomed into my being utterly smitten with someone I'd never even laid eyes on. What a strange feeling.
Talking to this boy about everything, and nothing, all at the same time. Talking until 2, 3 and 4 in the morning, and not wanting to let go. So strange.
But the strangest thing of all was the way I found myself loving someone a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence who I'd never even been close enough to touch. I told myself a hundred times that I was completely insane for loving this boy who I did not know. Insane for loving words I heard over a phone, and ideas about someone who I didn't know. But I had to correct myself, since I did, in fact, know this boy. I knew everything I could know. But I didn't know this boy, and that over-powered the urge to shout from rooftops that I am crazy in love with this boy who is amazing and would tell me beautiful things and would stay on the phone with me for hours on end, wrapped up in my conversation, in my giggling, in my rambling. He was just totally wrapped up in me.
I don't remember the exact moment where my smitten-ness turned into love. I don't know when I started getting the urges to tell him the way I felt, even though I knew I shouldn't. And I didn't. I knew I had to wait. I knew I had to see him with my own two eyes and grab him with my own hands, and kiss him with my own lips in order to tell him that I felt that way about him. So I waited, patiently, for the time to come where I would board a plane, by myself, and fly all the way to this boy who was a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
And when I did, finally, get to see this boy with my own two eyes, my eyes sparkled. And when I did, finally, get to touch this boy with my own hands, my skin tingled. And when I did, finally, get to kiss this boy with my own lips, I felt it so deep inside of me, that any doubt that I'd had about the way I felt about this boy, evaporated, and I knew there was just no way I could be wrong.
Being next to him for the first time ever, made me tremble. Hugging him made me weak. Kissing him felt more amazing then anything I can ever remember. It was all so right.
And so, here I sit, crazy in love with a boy who's oh so far away, thinking about how badly I'd like to be hundred billion miles away from here, with him, in a different world, on another plane of existence, together.
Soon enough, I'm sure.
It started off as just a crush on a voice on the computer, and just some letters on a screen, and turned into something I can barely understand. A kindergarten crush, graduated to a 4th grade crush, which bloomed into my being utterly smitten with someone I'd never even laid eyes on. What a strange feeling.
Talking to this boy about everything, and nothing, all at the same time. Talking until 2, 3 and 4 in the morning, and not wanting to let go. So strange.
But the strangest thing of all was the way I found myself loving someone a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence who I'd never even been close enough to touch. I told myself a hundred times that I was completely insane for loving this boy who I did not know. Insane for loving words I heard over a phone, and ideas about someone who I didn't know. But I had to correct myself, since I did, in fact, know this boy. I knew everything I could know. But I didn't know this boy, and that over-powered the urge to shout from rooftops that I am crazy in love with this boy who is amazing and would tell me beautiful things and would stay on the phone with me for hours on end, wrapped up in my conversation, in my giggling, in my rambling. He was just totally wrapped up in me.
I don't remember the exact moment where my smitten-ness turned into love. I don't know when I started getting the urges to tell him the way I felt, even though I knew I shouldn't. And I didn't. I knew I had to wait. I knew I had to see him with my own two eyes and grab him with my own hands, and kiss him with my own lips in order to tell him that I felt that way about him. So I waited, patiently, for the time to come where I would board a plane, by myself, and fly all the way to this boy who was a hundred billion miles away, in a different world, on another plane of existence.
And when I did, finally, get to see this boy with my own two eyes, my eyes sparkled. And when I did, finally, get to touch this boy with my own hands, my skin tingled. And when I did, finally, get to kiss this boy with my own lips, I felt it so deep inside of me, that any doubt that I'd had about the way I felt about this boy, evaporated, and I knew there was just no way I could be wrong.
Being next to him for the first time ever, made me tremble. Hugging him made me weak. Kissing him felt more amazing then anything I can ever remember. It was all so right.
And so, here I sit, crazy in love with a boy who's oh so far away, thinking about how badly I'd like to be hundred billion miles away from here, with him, in a different world, on another plane of existence, together.
Soon enough, I'm sure.
