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Tuesday night
Aug. 20th, 2002 11:34 pmI remembered today that this weekend is Couples Day! Yay! We'll have to celebrate somehow, though what we'll do, we're not sure. I suppose most people don't celebrate the last weekend in August as Couples Day, at that. But they should, because it's a prominent Swedish holiday! :)
See, it's like this. M, out of the blue one day, during our long long long time apart, asks what I want for Couples Day. I say, "Couples Day?" and he goes on after a few minutes to explain that it was a (translated, of course) Swedish holiday somewhat like Valentine's Day, with small gifts from the boy to the girl, usually. I wasn't sure if that was indeed true, but finally decided that it was.. partly because I didn't think M was the type to make something like that up. :) A package arrives (late, of course.. we were always late with presents when we were apart) and with it, a letter explaining that it was probably time to confess that he had made the whole thing up. *beam* I thought it was so sweet.. my boyfriend created a holiday just for me!
Actually, he's always doing or saying things like that, but I feel kinda bad about ruining his evil reputation, so I have to space these stories out. *muahahaaa*
There might be good news today. M had an interview, and it apparently went very well.. unfortunately, the interview was for a minimum wage kinda job.. BUT it was in Morehead. However, he has a very exciting interview on Friday... which is kind of terrifying to me as well. It could very well be a job worth moving for. When I was in college, I accustomed myself to the notion of moving somewhere for a job, but then it's turned out that we wanted to stay here.. so now I'm reluctant to leave. But.. I'll stop fretting over it. I don't even raise chickens, much less be able to count them before they hatch.
That was pretty funny if I do say so myself. *cackle*
Right-o. I'm now sitting here telling myself stupid jokes and listening to pained mandolin practice.. methinks it's time for bed.
See, it's like this. M, out of the blue one day, during our long long long time apart, asks what I want for Couples Day. I say, "Couples Day?" and he goes on after a few minutes to explain that it was a (translated, of course) Swedish holiday somewhat like Valentine's Day, with small gifts from the boy to the girl, usually. I wasn't sure if that was indeed true, but finally decided that it was.. partly because I didn't think M was the type to make something like that up. :) A package arrives (late, of course.. we were always late with presents when we were apart) and with it, a letter explaining that it was probably time to confess that he had made the whole thing up. *beam* I thought it was so sweet.. my boyfriend created a holiday just for me!
Actually, he's always doing or saying things like that, but I feel kinda bad about ruining his evil reputation, so I have to space these stories out. *muahahaaa*
There might be good news today. M had an interview, and it apparently went very well.. unfortunately, the interview was for a minimum wage kinda job.. BUT it was in Morehead. However, he has a very exciting interview on Friday... which is kind of terrifying to me as well. It could very well be a job worth moving for. When I was in college, I accustomed myself to the notion of moving somewhere for a job, but then it's turned out that we wanted to stay here.. so now I'm reluctant to leave. But.. I'll stop fretting over it. I don't even raise chickens, much less be able to count them before they hatch.
That was pretty funny if I do say so myself. *cackle*
Right-o. I'm now sitting here telling myself stupid jokes and listening to pained mandolin practice.. methinks it's time for bed.
