So this afternoon I will be headed back out to FoCo, and I’m so excited about it. I know I haven’t updated, but life just kind of got in the way. I’ve been packing and running back and forth with errands, appointments, and helping my dad get his new truck (which is awesome by the way because it’s like my trucks younger brother).

The stuff with Bob has pretty much sorted itself out, and he chose me. Which I’m excited about, but also very sorry for. I really like Rachael. She’s very sweet. Bob said he would have done it even if I hadn’t been around, apparently I just sped up the process a little bit. So I still feel bad, but a little less so. Still, not something I planned on doing, nor will this ever happen again.

Anyway, I’m still doing some last minute packing, so I should probably get back to it.

In the end, love is what makes my world go round.

mad-man-with-a-scarf:

romansexgod:

cynicalwitch:

cheycheysil:

asecond-madworld:

fervid-elation:

withrespecttotime:

Yu-Gi-Oh?

One Piece?

No, it was Dragonball-Z.

Digimon?

Death Note?

Ben 10

Ben 10’s not even anime.

It was Tron. It has to be Tron.

No way! It’s definitely Bleach!

(Source: is-it-kawaii-time)

My lovely, adorable Jack Russell Terrier was kind enough to wake me up this morning at nine by laying outside my door and whining as loudly as she could (which, believe me is loud). She’s learning though. She didn’t actually push my door open like she used to. Probably because when she used to do that I would toss everything in arms reach at her until she would leave again. I’m not a morning person.

Today has been pretty tame. Went to pick up my glasses (which I hardly ever wear), did laundry, and got myself a new pair of headphones. I felt so…domestic. I left most of the dishes for tomorrow though. Gotta leave stuff for myself to do, because just giving myself time to sit and think about everything is a terrible idea. I’ll drive myself crazy that way. Not that I don’t do it anyway, but I at least try to distract myself.

I’m actually trying to brace myself for bad news, because I know it’s coming (though the glimmer of hope in my heart absolutely refuses to be extinguished). Rachael is the right choice, the best choice, and the easiest choice. I shouldn’t even let him make this choice and remove myself from the equation, but he asked me to let him choose, and even though this is killing me, I can’t deny him anything. He gives me that look, and I can do nothing but agree. Not because he has some sort of weird power over me, but because I want him to be happy. I hate when he’s sad/angry/upset, and it would kill me to be the cause of that. We haven’t talked in three days, and I’m dying. Though I guess if I died that would make his decision really easy. :P Don’t worry, I’m not serious. This really is killing me though. I hate waiting, I hate not knowing, and I hate not talking to him. He’s still my best friend, no matter what happens with him and Rachael. This is why I wanted to sleep for a week though. So I wouldn’t have to think about it. One of the worst parts is that I have yet to meet Rachael, but she’s so nice that I just know I’m going to like her. Which only makes me feel worse.

I don’t know that I could have picked a more complicated situation if I had honestly tried. I blame Bob. Partially. It’s his fault for being all attractive and confident and charismatic and whatnot. And flirting. He flirted with me too. >.> Mostly, I’m just annoyed at myself. Everyone told me that after that disaster with Mike that I just needed to have fun, but what do I go and do? Ugh. I get myself involved in this. This…ridiculousness where I’m breaking up my best friend and my soon-to-be roommate and driving myself crazy with all my questions and hopes and worries. I must be an awful person.

EDIT: I just got a text saying he’ll make his decision tomorrow. I just kissed any chance of sleeping tonight goodbye.