DITTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(to the Happy Birthday song)

I'm mental too about June/July birthdays, to June/July in general. I'm doing a database and I don't know how many times I've screwed up the two months, it drives me nuts. That and April and March. Not the names, obviously, but the numbers (03, 04) I did, like, 4 pages where March was the fourth month before realizing that no, it's not. You'd think I'd be able to remember these things, especially with an April birhday, but I'm just stupid that way.

Justin and I... seriously, the biggest reason we fight is because we speak two entirely different languages. It sounds stupid, all Men are from Mars, but it's true. I really have to stop and think and process what he's saying to hear what's behind it because otherwise something that might be really nice sounds horrible. It sucks. You're upset, your brain does not want to stop. and think. and process. It's just hurt and hurt more by what he says and... it goes down hill from there. So we're learning.

You sort of got it right, which is a lot more than I would've expected given the horrendous explanation I gave. It is a lot about resolving it so the same problem doesn't come back to haunt you, but it's also... how to say this... You know how people tell you to drop it? You'll be fighting and they'll be like, Just let it go, walk away. I can't do that. If I do that it only gets worse because the argument doesn't stop. It keeps going in my head and without the other person it just gets worse and worse. You know how it is, you think about something too much, you twist it and blow it out of proportion. You're upset and you dwell on it and the anger just builds on itself, more and more and more. That's my biggest thing. It's so destructive, it makes me so angry and depressed... so I fight. *laughes* I fight so I can be happy! *rolls eyes* I'm a special bunny.

Ummmm, weather.  Weather has been rather hot and wet.  It gets cooler at night so I'm thinking that that's when we'll do any outdoor activities.  Really not tryin' to have heat stroke at any point and time in the visit. 
 
I think I might understand what you were saying, most people just fight about something then let it go, thinking that it's been resolved when really, they fought about it, but didn't really learn or accomplish anything, just a bunch of yelling and pointless remarks, but you don't let it go until you feel it's been resolved no matter how many times y'all have to fight about it?  Did I get it right? Cuz it makes a lot of sense, Damien and I have been known to fight about things and then just let them go...6 months later we're having the same fight because the same thing happened and we didn't clear it up the LAST time. Yepp Yepp...but boys are retarded anyway, so they don't understand that type of thing. (LoL...I sound like I'm in junior high again- Boys are Retarded!)
 
Damien and I have been going through some major shit, but it's WAY too much to type on here, so I guess we'll have that big group therapy session when y'all get here. lol  In a nutshell...he's just pretty damn stupid. Love him, but he's stupid. I don't really like to associate myself with stupid people. lol.
 
Can I just give a Big Ole' Happy Birthday Hug to the Whitter Bug...wherever she may be on this wonderfully close day to her birthday. 19 is a good age, I've rather liked it for some time now...It'll be good to you. (I did get the month right, didn't I?  I always have big trouble remembering June and July birthdays...my Godfather got his present a month early. lol)  Party hard...and we'll party again when you get here...but behave.  No bad stuff til y'all get here and we can be properly supervised. lol. Happy Birthday to you *Insert Happy Dance here*  Happy Birthday to you...Happy Birthday tooooooo Whittttteeeeerrrrrr Buuuuuggggg.  Happy Birthday to Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!
 
Love Love Love!

Gahh! I'm so *bad* about this *smacks herself for not writing* I don't really know what to say, though. I'm doing the same things I always do, going out with Justin, drawing - that was weird. Mr. Provorse (lives next door, also my dentist) just called asking for Justin's number. Not too weird since he knows Justin, and Joe (his son) and Justin are friends, but still... I rarely talk to him without have his hands in my mouth and a bib around my neck.

So yeah, I have my art lessons and I'm taking a T'ai Chi class on Thursdays now (it'll be the death of me, I swear, low impact workout be damned!) I wasn't seeing Justin that much, and when I did we usually fought, but I finally fought that one out so we're better now. To explain 'fought that one out' I mean that I tend to fight about the same thing until it's resolved. It's like I have to go through it, we both do, a few times, to learn everything and figure out how to tell each other what we need to know. It seems like we're fighting the same fight, getting nowhere (that's what he thought) but really I'm just finding out what I need to know, about and him and about me, so it can be resolved. I fight till it's over, don't believe in draws. Silly thing, a draw. Doesn't much help anyone. He's still upset, lord knows I'm still upset, and nobody wants that so I push and push and push and push until it's right again. Does any of that make sense? It's very difficult to explain, I really don't feel that I have.

Anyway, I still need to reschedule my orthodontist appointment that falls in the middle of our trip, but so far the office hasn't been open when I've called (silly Dr. Pelsue and his face squishing) I also need to figure out how the hell I'm going to print out my comfirmation e-mail when it's on my laptop, which is not connected to the printer and despite being quite lovely, is not loved by the desktop. I'll think of something. How's the weather? I was going to check weather.com, but I thought I'd ask, too. I prefer asking people. I'm thinking shorts, tanktops and more shorts and tanktops. I don't know, I've still got a while to worry about packing and such.