While it was an overall success, my stint in Peeg was truly not long enough. While applying to school was much more time consuming and difficult than I expected, I have learned one very important life lesson from Star Wars. If something scares you and you go about it the easy way, your bitch is gonna die giving birth to the children who will be responsible for your ruin and while you will temporarily be the strongest person in the universe you will also be hideously deformed and have James Earl Jones’ voice… Simply awful.
I did though get everything sent off, and now I can get used to compulsively checking my e-mail. I had been trying to balance having a project with a very serious deadline with spending time with my no longer so serious boyfriend. The day I finished sending everything in, boyfriend expressed no longer wanting to be my boyfriend. After probing I understand where he’s coming from and forgive him because he’s young, dumb, and pretty damn cute and sweet most of the time.
What I gather is that the time I’m away I cannot satisfy him sexually, and when I am around I have no desire to satisfy his Hallmark notions of what a relationship is. He wants to call us “friends” to make it less hard when I’m away. So that maybe years from now when I’m done school and he’s probably still not doing much of anything, things could pick up how they ended… On a good note.
Now I don’t pretend to ever know where the boyfriend is coming from, but all I do know is that this comes across as an excuse for him to sleep with whoever he wants and potentially start dating someone new. This is the dominating thought that I can’t shake. He says he loves me and I smell for semen on his breath.
No joke.
Anyways, I got really sick the moment I finished my application, and he was a sweetheart nursing me back to health. I didn’t see anyone I had intended to, and now I’m on the bus back to work. An hour and a half delay, we’re in the Mountains… No signal… Jasper…
