Beware the Ides of March

I don't know why I called this post "Beware the ides of March", but I did, so there you go. It's time for a wee update since I haven't exactly been putting many posts up lately. Been a little preoccupied with going out with my man or eating munch or going to college or playing gigs or sleeping, so it's high time I had a recap.

So. It's almost been a month since we "officially" started going out, and got my ear pierced. This has been one of the best months in my life, I have to say, and I must say a big thank you to him for listening to me ranting on about this and that, giving me more confidence in myself, and showing me what it's like to feel truly, unbelievably, endlessly happy.

I can't describe how I feel about him, because, well, there aren't enough words. He's my best friend (best male friend, that is. It's a toss-up between him and Dumpling!) and I can always turn to him when there's something bugging me. I know I still struggle to open up to him, but I'm slowly getting there and trusting him more and more every day, which has to be a good thing, but to be honest, it's not been easy. After the last person, I have very little trust left. I don't believe everything I'm told now, but gradually I'm starting to trust him and believe what he says, because I know he means it and it's starting to sink in that he isn't lying to me and isn't going to ditch me for a blonde, leggy twig with boobs. Well, I certainly hope not anyway! Ehehe just kidding. I don't think he'd do that.

I honestly can't believe we found eachother. Being with him is amazing, though it feels like I'm living in a dream. I just don't want someone to pinch me and wake me up from it :) For once, I'm truly, honestly happy and I'm actually comfortable with myself. I don't feel the need to change, because I'm not under any pressure to do so. I still need to change, like opening up more, and losing a little weight to look a bit better, but that's my own personal demons, not being pushed into it by anyone else. I'm proud to be myself. I am Batman.

This weekend I'm off to a wedding in Crieff (Somewhere, Somewhere-shire) and it should be a good weekend! A "pre-wedding get-together" on the friday, followed by the wedding and a dance on the saturday. Got a lovely new dress for it and my plus-one is Rachel. Banter! However, I have no shoes as of yet. That's my plan for tomorrow, since I won't get to have my hair done before the weekend :( Totally gutted, but oh well. I'll have to see what the score on thursday is. Might be able to get it done then and be back in time to see my man. Never know, huh.

If I don't get my hair done on thursday though, I'm going to try and see him again (if he wants to see me, that is!) He might be sick of me by then. To be honest, I'm surprised he's not sick of me already. Saying that, we've been through a lot of stuff in our lives already, so we're well suited in that department. And we like the same music, films, TV, photography, animals,.... dare I continue? Even the same food. Seriously, a night in with us is very dangerous. Monster munch, pizza, honeycomb harvest ice cream, aero (mint!) and bru or vimto or pepsi or rockstar or.... You get the idea. Oh, and we both love chocolate oranges. I just remembered that because I've just started on the one he gave me. Yes, that's right. I didn't eat it the same day I got it. I got it a few days ago and it got lost in the pit that is my room. Honestly, it's only getting worse! He said he'd help me clear it out next time he's round (lovely, ain't he!) but I think if we started that, I'd lose him in the mess! I'm surprised we managed to keep track of each other this long. Saying that, we're normally on the bed... with all the food, my laptop and the remote, you dirty minded bugger. We can behave. And don't bother laughing!

Anyways. I guess it's time for me to go have a nice big drink since I'm thirsty, then head off to bed. I'm intending being up around 9.30am to have a shower then go into town. Need to also tell dad that I'm going in to buy my shoes and want some money. And a lift to the station. Or else I'll take the jeep down (: Might be better since I feel guilty about him taking his new scoob up my road. Really guilty.

Nighty night people.

D for Delirious.x