been thinking about you;;

I visited my parents this weekend, which is always a good time. I finished this papercastle I was created from paperkraft; read: Howl's Moving Castle. The wings actually move!!!

Upon returning to mine, I decided that I would curl my hair since the boy, we'll call him Martin from now on, seems to like it so much. I missed him slightly, this past weekend, haven't really spent a lot of time with him since Tuesday. I sometimes wonder if my pub-going ways bother him, however, there is no point investing any emotion into someone who isn't at all interested in accepting your routine quirks and behaviours. Let's just hope everything works out for the best, I'm thinking it may be time to share some of my more secret life experiences with him.

I keep having phantom fears about him being exactly like an ex-lover, who constantly had me back and forth between the you're wonderfuls and the I hate you's. I can't let such a phantom fear deter me from moving forward with my life; otherwise I'd be in a rut forever. And I'd rather not do what I did this past year, the extreme rotation dating, where I went on almost 30 first dates with rarely ever a second. Dating is an awful way to get to know someone, it's better if you just sort of hangout all the time, the word 'date' puts so much pressure on both people to make the best first impression which is usually only one very well behaved facet of a person and never all the interesting bits.

In terms of the paper castle, I will put pictures up here as soon as I figure out how to get pictures off my phone; this new phone, makes no sense to me at all, it's like a small child, it beeps and I have to guess what it wants...well small children don't beep, but you get the idea.

I read the postsecrets today, as I do every Sunday, and there were a couple really cute french ones, there was this one, from a 17 year old saying how she is in love and wants to marry the boy she is with right now. I got some giggles from that one, I was that girl a couple years ago and looking back on it now, I can only laugh at how ridiculous I am; no matter how long you've been dating before the working and the school and the friends and the commitments start how can you ever really know someone enough to want to marry them?