It's Been A While...

My last post was in May, and it's now July, so I admit that it's been a little while since I've blogged. I have no more exams and now I can only hope and pray that I've got everything all sorted. I'm still going out with my boyfriend, so that's 4/9 months of being half of a happy couple (we can never agree which date to take it from). I have a steady Saturday job, though I'm currently trying to get another job as I need more money and they have no more work to offer me.

All in all, life is going quiet well.

I was talking to my friend the other day, and she told me 'It's so strange! I feel married!'. I knew exactly what she meant. She and her boyfriend have been going out for four months, the same period of time as me and my boyfriend's most recent joining. So technically we've been going out longer then them, and we're different sorts of 'couples' but I still understand.

I'm barely away from Karl, generally spending more time at his house then my own, with the constant paranoia that I'm intruding on his life and taking all his food, which is ironic as I usually refuse food, especially at his house.

I never seem to have time to do basic things like simply staying at home and listening to music in my room, and we've almost lost the ability to do that now. "I don't know how I managed to stay indoors all day," he told me at only about four o'clock one day. I used to spend hours on end just typing away my story or reading or just doing absolutely nothing, but now I miss him if I'm doing nothing for over an hour. It's a strange feeling; I miss him, but I don't always want him. I've got to admit sometimes I feel like just refusing to see him, just so I can remember who 'Dani' is, and not just 'Dani and Karl'. I never do refuse to see him, though, because I can't resist and even if I did I know he's a stubborn fool. Bless.

Today I am spending a 'me' day, though. Which is why after two long months I can finally get back to this blog. I'm only managing today because he's at work, however, at the convenient time of two until nine. I'm sure he doesn't consider it convenient, however.

He'll come home from work, having slaved away at that awful place McDonald's for too little money, ever striving for that stupid promotion they've been hanging over him like a carrot since the day he got there. He'll get on the train, possibly phone me, possibly asking if I want to come to his house. How can I refuse, when I really actually do want to go? I'd go, sleep, comfort, and we'd practically be married. The tiredness, money troubles, stress but overall comfort and warmth all included.

I think I could live with that.