Yeah, so...my boyfriend and I will be having our one-month in about two days. I feel stupid because I let the length of my relationship define me. But whatever.

My friend (the one who made the racial cracks) is trying to break us up. Yes, I know, I know, it's stupid of me to still be her friend, and frankly all of my friends hate her guts. Which I find really sad. But she's sort of been asking for it for a while, and now she's especially taking enjoyment of finding ways to tweak me and him and she enjoys fueling the fights we've had (only one big one, though she seems to think there have been lots of little ones, too. And the big one was thanks to her pretending to be me on the phone, and then she told him 'I love you' unprompted because she has a crush on him....long story for a later date.).

Otherwise, we're doing good. Having set boundries, we've actually managed to be doing really well. I have my clingy little-girl moments, and he has his guy-strut moments, but he treats me well still, and I apparently haven't done anything to upset him. Yay, happy!

Hmmm, as for school, I am doing pretty well. Tired a lot lately, but nothing out of the ordinary or unusual. Lots of work. Not so much drama, THANK GOD.

My mom and I are getting along really well lately. Which is good. She approves of John by the way, although he did have a slight bit of a homophobic moment last night, but I already yelled at him for it. (Stupid Cranstoners. Mkay, moment over.)

My friends, besides Miss Racist Break-Up are all doing good.

Okay, I'm tired. Night night.

.:suzu-chan/killijoy/Joeys Cupcake:.
.:"No time for goodbyes," he said, as he faded away. "It's hard to imagine, but one day you'll end up like me." Then he said, "If you want to stay alive, hold on for your life.":.