Friday, November 21, 2008

[81] matching hearts

Kyo and I both wore our Threadless heart t-shirts today while chatting. It was an excellent Skype session filled with Lolcats and Wilfred Brimley "diabeetus" remixes. The one to the tune of Falco's "Amadeus" was by far my favorite. I laughed so hard I cried. And Kyo laughed my favorite laugh - the one that bursts from his open mouth like it has a mind of its own, completely beyond his control.

We're made for each other, he and I. I'm sitting here in my bed listening to Tom Waits, a shared favorite of ours, and I can't help but feel like I couldn't possibly be happier with anyone else. I've never been one to believe that there's only one possible person out there for everyone, but sometimes I think, well, maybe there was just one for me after all.

No one else makes me laugh like him. No one else keeps me engaged in conversation for as long. No one else indulges my stupid routines like watching Jeopardy (or AFV on Sundays when Jeopardy's not on) or doing the daily crossword. No one else buys roses for my single friends so they feel loved, or bakes pizza for my RA staff just because I mention they like pizza, or flies up to see me every month simply to be able to hold my hand. No one but him.

I think I'll keep him.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

[79] untitled.

I will admit I'm cheating a bit. The photo is from day 77, not 79. However, I have not uploaded day 78 to flickr, and it's too early in the day to have taken today's photo yet. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Kyo and I decided that for our honeymoon we're going to have a grand adventure along the Oregon and California coasts. He booked the first three days at the Cannery Pier Hotel in Astoria, which is officially about fifteen times nicer than the nicest hotel I have ever stayed in. Legit. Hotels are pretty high up on the list of my favorite things in the world. Also ranking pretty high are rivers and fishing, both of which shall be part of the next leg of our honeymoon excursion. We're planning on doing some camping for a bit, and I insisted that we need to catch our own food. Decapitate it, gut it. The whole nine yards. Hardcore honeymoon.

Aside from little bits of planning like that, life is pretty uneventful. Well, that's not completely true. Dear Yarby has a boyfriend now. We give her fella, Amos, helpful hints on how to be a good significant other and on what establishments and eateries Yarby enjoys. So far, this arrangement has worked out swimmingly.

Emil, Daniel, and I went and saw Quantum of Solace, which was confusing at times, but overall a fun watch. I'd buy it. I probably will buy it.

We took this picture after the movie of us with the title character of my most anticipated movie of the holiday season: The Tale of Desperaux. Get psyched.

It's almost thanksgiving. The Macy's Parade, fragrant foods, holiday music, and a visit from my fella are just over a week away.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

[65] democracy

Wow. It's a pretty crazy day. Whatever side you lean towards, I hope that everyone can at least acknowledge the amazing lengths we've come in the past 40 years. It's incredible. For once in my life, I really feel like I CAN do anything. It's an odd feeling - a liberation from an insecurity that I'm only even aware of occasionally.

I've been watching people's Facebook statuses religiously. It's pretty entertaining. Sometimes I wonder where the crap people get their ideas from. I remember in 2004, some of my super liberal friends saying similar end-of-the-world things about Bush being elected, and while it has been rough, it hasn't been the end of our civilization as we know it. I will say now what I said then: We're not all going to Hell in a handbasket. Get a freakin' grip. Or move to (socialist) Canada as you've threatened. Let's just be real: The President does not have the ability to unilaterally change the entire political philosophy of the U.S. There are checks and balances to prevent that. Enough with the drama.

Anyway, I'm glad all this election hoopla is over and we can resume our normal lives.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

[63] in absentia

I've been shamefully lax on my blogging of late, and I apologize to any who may take offense at my neglect. It was unintentional. I'm just... absentminded. And busy.

Kyo has been here the past few days. It was glorious. I spent most of Friday throwing up while Kyo emptied my bucket and brought me countless cups of water. This is the mark of a good fiance. I may not have the kind of hair that requires literal holding back, but he at least metaphorically did so for me while I expelled what I can only assume was at least three major organs. TMI.

Anyway, once that little adventure was over, we had a fantastic time being positively lazy and deciding that neither of us really wanted to get married in Southern California, so Oregon it is. Also, we took engagement photos. They're pretty sweet. Yarby is magical.