Contemplating my SCIBA thoughts...

So, yesterday, I woke up at fricking 0550, and went back to bed.... until about 0607. Let me tell you, seventeen minutes is enough time to fall back asleep, get into a relatively deep sleep, and be pissed off again when the alarm wakes me up. Mehr, anyways, I wake up, and kind of lounge around the house getting ready to go. My dad drove me to the school, and I was definitely there with enough time to sit on the bus and warm up. Although, instead of just falling asleep like I normally do, I stuck my iPod on, and clicked the "shuffle songs" feature. As I was kind of dozing off, I was thinking of how nice it would have been to have his shoulder there to fall asleep on.

Falling asleep, I had a really good dream, which was definitely interrupted by me waking up, of course. But alls that I remember is him sitting down somewhere, and I was walking back towards him from somewhere (probably the bathroom, whatever)... and I spun him around, and kissed him, really deeply. As I was walking away, I heard a "wow..." And then I woke up, really pissed to have arrived at Drake. God, I'm good... :D

So, I go most of the day, playing, bored out of my mind. Finally, it comes time for lunch, and the gang and I go to Merle Hay to the food court (because we didn't have any other choice). The car ride over to the mall was super talkative. We made fun of our conductor, on top of a bunch of things. The two or three girls I was talking to were talking about some pretty pointless topic, whereas the percussionists behind me were discussing girls… Not going to lie, I was kind of slouching in my seat, and pretending to listen to music. Instead though, I was definitely listening in on the guys’ conversation. One of the percussionists likes a junior, and was talking about trying to go out with her. Upon looking at the number of girls these guys have dated, I realized that they didn’t have to try very hard to get a girlfriend.

At first, I was a little bit jealous. I wanted to know why it was that I had to work to get into a relationship, whereas they did not. Looking back, though, I can see that these guys are just looking for arm candy; none of them are actually looking for a good relationship—they’re just basing their wants off of looks and not off of looks AND personality. Figuring this out, I also realize that these percussionists were exactly the type of guys who had hurt me over the past 11ish months. Without personality, there is no way a relationship can succeed... with me, anyways.

So, in our rehearsal between lunch and dinner, I was super bored... Our director was working with the woodwinds almost the whole time. With time to just sit there and do nothing, I had nothing better to do but think. So I was sitting there thinking, and came to the realization that I've lucked out and found a great guy.

As of now, I'm dating a guy with pretty much all the qualities a good boyfriend has... and then some. Not only can we talk, but it seems as though we're comfortable talking about practically anything. I feel as though we can be (and are) completely honest with each other... There aren't any suspicions about this one.

He might not be beefy (which is good, too beefy is just wrong), but when in his arms, I feel safe. I don't feel used, as it is with most guys; instead, I feel content. I love having his arms wrapped all the way around me, making it feel like there's someone there for me: somebody I can reach out to when I'm in need of practically anything.

I've dated college kids in the past, but this time around, this one knows what he wants in life. He knows what he's majoring in, and he has tentative plans for himself after attaining his undergraduate degree... I like having somebody who has security in where he's going.

His personality is AMAZING! He definitely knows how to goof off, but he's definitely smart enough to realize when to cool it down and be mature(ish). Speaking of smart, he's smart, too. That's always a good deal. And, he's comical: always a must

Because alcohol tastes like shit, he doesn't like drinking it, which personally, I find understandable. Oh, and on top of that, he doesn't smoke. I CAN'T STAND smoking. That's not to say that I hate all smokers... I actually have a couple of friends/acquaintances who are really cool, but they smoke. I just hate the fact that people are stupid enough to slowly kill themselves. Whatever, though... This isn't an emo post, so I'm not going to be emo.

So, all in all, I don't really have a main topic or thesis or whatever-term-you-prefer-to-use for this blog, so I'll just say that I've gotten lucky. I have a great boyfriend who makes me feel as though everything is right as rain (and he's a great kisser!)... I'm a very lucky girl, and I'm glad I've found the guy who makes me laugh and feel as though I don't need to prove myself to anybody. I'm happy, and I really kind of hope to stay this way for a while...