Thursday, July 29, 2010

A week goes by....

Holy Crap...It's Thursday. I never thought today would come. Tyson has been gone about 8 days now and I'm doing fine. Wait let me check my pulse....oh yeah I'm still alive, him leaving didn't actually kill me.
I've already gotten 4 letters though. Which pretty much makes my life. Hahahaa. Yeah we're not really missing out on communication which I thought we would. Although his hoodie he gave me smells a lot more like me and a lot less like him. Is it bad I want to steal my brother's Hollister cologne and put some of it on the hoodie...Tyson never wore that, it just smells really good....
Big news!!! I found a job in Logan. Well it's more that I get to keep my job from down here all year long. Which is awesome! I'll just be working out of my apartment and I need to buy my own landline, but that really doesn't matter. I'm so excited. I can't even imagine what it would be like to actually have money while living in Logan. I'm going to be RICH this year. Well not really. Still have to pay my parents off for the car. But still. It's more money than I had before!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Pathetic...

You know you're pathetic when....

You check your phone even though you know he won't be texting or calling...

You constantly check GoogleTalk...because he'll get on soon....not even...

You checked the mailbox just in case...even though he probably got your letter today.

Everywhere you go you take notes of things you want to tell him....but you can't.

You sleep with a death hold on his sweatshirt.

And when you're alone you write posts like this. Is it really only day 2?

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Oh I guess that's why...

So today Tyson went into the MTC which successfully equals me not seeing him for two years...unless he comes down with some serious disease like cancer or something. I doubt that. He's never sick like that.
Tys and I talked on the phone for the last time right before he left and he said something that I now totally agree with. I'm not saying I regret any part of our relationship, we wouldn't trade that. But what we're both going through right now is the reason everyone says not to have a girlfriend when you go into the mission field.
I'm still not really sure I've accepted the fact he's gone. I keep checking my phone....nothing. I get on my computer and check my chat...nothing. I keep thinking of things I need to tell him and music to show him...and he's not here anymore.
I'm not trying to get the pity of anyone here...all I'm saying is that this sucks worse than I ever thought it would.
731 more days until he gets home....this is going to be a long two years. Kill me.