Black heat

I'm not sure it was such a good idea to wear black on a 103-degree day. Ah, well.

There is about a 3/4 inch heel on the sandal I'm wearing, so my shoes clack-clacked all day long. I hate that noise, which is why I'm so prone to flats on a daily basis and shy away from my heels or boots. Not to mention I was going to be walking around a lot today, so heels would've been a dumb choice to begin with.

And yes, I bought (another pair of) sandals and a pair of jeans. Hoan bought a light blue button-up and a pair of boxers, both staples in any man's wardrobe, ya hear?

Never wasted time

In my twenty years, I have only had three boyfriends. I was never one of those girls who "dated" some boy in middle school, only to find him bland and overrated after a couple of weeks, with just a few awkward lunches under our belts and AOL Instant Messenger as our only means of communication. I hated that the aforementioned scenario was so common.

At an early age, I put a great deal of value in "love"--the word, its meaning, its application. Because of this, it bothered me so much to hear that word coming from the mouths of my naive 13- or 14-year-old peers, who thought its value was equal to that of the words "tree" or "restroom."

With all of that said, I've been in love twice.

My first was with someone two years my senior. I was 16. It began wonderfully enough, but by the end of it, my recollections more often than not included the words "ordeal," "burden" and you know the rest. It really should have ended much sooner than it did, but I was so intent on making it last, keeping us together, and trying to recapture whatever magic was left that I completely lost track of, well, my mind. Obviously, my attempts were futile, as we're now happily and perpetually separated. Which brings me to my next boyfriend.

With Hoan, things were very different. I'm not even sure if I should be talking about it here. But if I was to be completely and honestly true to myself, I would have to admit that he is the first guy I've ever found myself falling head-over-heels for. Is it silly to admit a thing like that? Maybe. I can't help it.

One of the reasons I love our relationship is that I find it to be extremely well-balanced. Any slight tipping of the metaphorical scale is quickly refuted with an open discussion, or just a straight up, "Let's fix this." I've never really been one for straightforwardness, but in his case, I'm making an exception. It definitely helps relationship-wise, which I'm sure is so blatantly obvious, but it took a lot of getting used to. Like I said, I'm not very straightforward. I can be very dodgy in trying to avoid conflicts. I'm also very secretive about my emotions. I'm also very passive. And I'm also getting used to not being this way anymore.

He's helping me.

Hoan

I love you all the freakin' time.

Picture Survey

1. a picture of you in your room.


2. a picture with someone you don't actually like.


3. a picture of you very drunk.
N/A

4. a picture of you on your birthday, or your favourite holiday.


5. the youngest picture you can find of yourself in digital form.


6. a picture of you in one of your favourite outfits.


7. a picture of you making a goofy face at the camera.


8. a picture you miiiiiight have edited to make yourself more attractive.


9. a picture of a night you regret...


10. a picture of you truly being yourself.


11. the most recent picture of you.


12. a picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.


13. a picture of you showing off a new haircut/color.


14. a picture of a time in your life that's over, but you wish it wasn't.


15. a picture of a time in your life that's over, and you couldn't be more thankful that it is.


16. a picture of you when you were anything but happy...


17. a picture of you that you had no idea was being taken.


18. a picture of you when you were a different person than you are now.


19. a picture of you with someone you love


20. a picture of how you'd like the world to see you.


21. a picture that describes how you'd like to spend every day.


22. a picture of a time when everything was changing.


23. a picture that makes your heart hurt.


24. a picture that makes your heart smile.


25. a picture of one of the best nights of your life. (or day)

Up!

I saw Disney and Pixar's Up! in 3D at 11:55PM at a movie theater that is 25 minutes away from my house immediately following a 6-hour shift at work.

With that said, I loved the movie to bits. I laughed, I cried (teared up*), I was a bit afraid (this was my first 3D experience, after all.. flying objects made me jerk in my seat), and I feel the movie catered to a variety of film goers, despite the fact that it is essentially a Disney production.

The short, "Partly Cloudy," was the perfect segue to the actual film--delightfully cute and effortlessly amusing. There wasn't much to think about, which can be seen as a drawback, but in this case, I was glad for the mindless giggles and gushing the animation brought about. Or maybe, I was just too tired to care about a complex plot or intricate character development. Ain't no thang.

Oh, the trailer for Where The Wild Things Are really caught my attention. It also made me want to listen to Arcade Fire's "Wake Up" as soon as I got home.