I've been trying to change layouts for a few days now, but everytime I went to do it Diaryland was having troubles. It's done though, and I must say, this isn't one of my better layouts. I wanted something dark, and for now it will suffice. I'm looking towards something more insightful. I've been looking at Stone images on GettyImages.com, but haven't been very successful in finding anything. I'm just waiting to come across the right picture.
Oh, and if you notice the neat little mouseover trick (which I borrowed from Alicia) at the bottom right of this box, when you run the mouse over the word "links."
I haven't really talked much about last weekend. I wanted to, but considering current issues, I couldn't find the motivation. Things haven't gotten any better, but I figured I should write about it before I forget it. Which is what usually happens.
Last weekend. Ah, yes, last weekend. Hmm. Things were getting a little too hectic with my Gramma and all, so my mother and I took a little trip up north. I got to see my el Stevo, so everything was pretty good. In fact, it was one of the best weekends I had had in quite a while. Being around him is just so comforting, he makes me feel wonderful. Not to mention we had some fun... *wink wink*
It isn't just that though. he makes me happy. As much as he may not realize it, he taught me to love myself. I didn't just jump into love with him, I didn't like him because he liked me, or because we were both available. I looked at him, and I saw something I didn't see before. I saw someone who needed me as much as I needed him, someone who said they cared, and meant it. I took him into deep consideration before we dated, and I'm serious, I did. I knew him almost a year and a half before we became a couple. I thought things through, and became a friend. A relationship developed over time, and I realized things were good. And I love him. I love him because he's honest and even blunt sometimes. He doesn't just tell me what I want to hear, he tells me what I need to hear. Things between us are just so relaxing. I love him because despite our distance, he still makes me feel like a million dollars. He cheers me up when I'm sad and tells me I'm beautiful, which I know probably sounds cheesy from your perspective, but it just ups my confidence so much. Wherever I go and whatever I do, I know someone loves me no matter what, and that's just an incredible gift I don't think I could ever deserve.
For the longest time my Dad would pick on Steve, and make all these stupid little jokes, which weren't even really funny in the slightest. I can understand, I'm the baby, he's the boyfriend. I understand where he's coming from. A few days ago my Dad said something that just made my insides smile all over. He said that Steve's a good guy. He said he knows he cracks all these stupid jokes all the time, but he didn't mean them. He said he likes Steve.
I know this entry is a little on the mushy side, and the last was a little morbid, I've just been getting my feelings out since I haven't written from the hear in a while.