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Let's steal this from Danielle, and not post it on FB for pretty much the same reasons...

This is kind of like the 25 things - except there are pre-decided questions and it's about you and your spouse or significant other, not just you. Come on, play along - inquiring minds want to know! ;-)Just copy this post into your own notes & change the answers!

♥ What are your middle names?
Nell (kinda) & Rice

♥ How long have you been together?
3 years 9 months

♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We knew of each other's existence for about 3 years, knew each other personally for about 8 months

♥ Who asked who out?
Me: So you think eventually I can be your girlfriend?
Tony: Do you want to go out with me?

you decide.

♥ How old are each of you?
We are in that part of the year where we are the same age... 21 & 21

♥ Whose siblings do/ did you see the most?
Mine I guess, currently

♥ Do you have any children together?
Oh boy. No

♥ What about pets?
LET's GET A PET! Or not.

♥ Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Being apart... a lot.

♥ Did you go to the same school?
For HS

♥ Are you from the same home town?

♥ Who is the smartest?
We are really intellectually compatable, just on opposite sides of the brain. & he's left handed and i'm right handed. Other than that I'd say we're both pretty well off in the brain dept.

♥ Who is the most sensitive?
That'd be me.

♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple?
We need to bring Friendly's back.

♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple
Boston Mass! oh-two-one-three-four! (Bahamas anyone?)

♥ Who has the worst temper?
Neither of us ever yells or anything, but since I can't remember Tony being mad at me, uh, ever, I'll say in our relationship, me.

♥ Who does the cooking?
Tony. I don't really do cooking.

♥ Who is more social?
I think it's equal right about now. I think I used to be more.

♥ Who is the neat Freak?
Neither, really. I'm a little neater on the principal of being a girl but his apartment DOES smell like lysol.

♥ Who is the more stubborn?
You mean smug?

♥ Who hogs the bed?
We share pretty well.

♥ Who wakes up earlier?
We have this insane knack of waking up at the exact same time, basically. I just can't get out of bed as easily.

♥ Where was your first date?

♥ Who has the bigger family?
Oh my God. I think it has to be me, does anyone have a bigger family than me?

♥ Do you get flowers often?
I got a rose once

♥ How do you spend the holidays?
He comes over for Christmas Eve. Other than that, with our respective familias

♥ Who is more jealous?
Definitely not Tony. Although I'm not really that jealous anymore either.

♥ How long did it take to get serious?
I'd say we got kind of "serious" after we said i love you, which was like 3 months after being official and 5 months after we started seeing each other-ish, but it's nothing like how we are now.

♥ Who eats more?
Probably him, technically, but I'm not one to turn down food either. And when I ask for a cheap brand hot dog on a plate with ketchup, he makes it for me.

♥ Who does/ did the laundry?
We do separate laundry.

♥ Who’s better with the computer?
We're about the same?

♥ Who drives when you are together?
We take turns, although he probably drives more IF he has a car available

♥ Who has the craziest exes?
Neither, and he doesn't have any exes

♥ Who sings better?
I love it when Tony sings, it is so cute. But I guess since I've had legit vocal training and all that... haha

♥ Who picks where you go to dinner?
We pretty much say "you decide" for like an hour before somone finally suggests something and we just do that.

♥ Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
Tony. I'm not as good at apologizing I guess, although I will eventually.

♥ Who wears the pants in the relationship?
:] if you know us, then you know.

♥ Who has more tattoos?
neither has any. i don't want him to get tattoos.

♥ Who eats more sweets?
He does. 5 lb bag of gummi bears in a day, anyone? How about a Big Gulp of wild cherry pepsi?

♥ Who cries more?
Me, I cry all the time.
Current Mood: hungryhungry
So I am feeling super PMS-y tonight, even though I have never had PMS in my life, but I am assuming this is what it feels like. So to distract myself, I am writing here.

I saw "Freudian Slips" in the city with Anne tonight, for le Showbiz Weekly. Probably my favorite free show so far. Just blows that I have to write about it now.

Yesterday we drank, danced to my Ultimate Awesome Playlist because there has been a surge of good music lately, and then wound up at Beer Goggles for like an hour. It was fun/interesting to say the least. I effing love chips and salsa like no one's business.

Anyway, so that I can remember the playlist that rocked January 2009, I'll document it for me and for ya'll.

Circus - Britney Spears (Duh)
Untouched - The Veronicas
The Remedy - J.Mraz (OK so it's not new, but it's on there. shoot me.)
My Life Would Suck Without You - K. Clarkson
If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears (DOWNLOAD IT)
Paper Planes - M.I.A. (So this has been out for a year, but we recently decided it's awesome)
Fly On The Wall - Miley Cyrus
Merry Happy - Kate Nash
I Wanna Love You (Akon Remix) - The Maine (AMAZING)
Let's Get F****d Up - Start Trouble
Everyone Nose (All the Grils Standing In the Line for the Bathroom) - N.E.R.D.
Bruised - Jack's Mannequin
That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings (this song is awesome and has been on my playlist since summer)

So yeah, I'm into the upbeat poppy-girly shit lately. *Shrug

I have to get a lot of work done tomorrow so I can go to Tony's superbowl party Sunday. Even though I could care less about the actual football part.

And my YouTube Collab, thetableforsix, is getting "revamped" apparently and there's all this "online" drama, I don't do drama in real life, online drama is even more stupid. whatever. I'm still in it, at least, for now.

Oh and I finished Paper Towns and it is my second favorite after Alaska. Alaska will forever be the most amazing, and I am officially in lovelust with John Green.

Current Mood: grumpyPMS-y
Current Music: See playlist
27 January 2009 @ 01:35 am
i am so spoiled to have him. i only realize this more as time goes on. that we both kind of worship the ground each other walks on and what more could you ask for than that?

....and yet we will be so unfortunate.

i'm convinced all our 4 year anniversary will prove is that we are OLD enough to have a 4 year anniversary, which just means that we are OLD. when i expressed this, Tony promptly remined me that i'm older. way to rub it in.

oh, and i might just apply to wagner grad school for education just so i can buy myself another year of non-reality, not because it is my ultimate dream in life to become a teacher. is this wrong?
Current Mood: lovedloved
14 December 2008 @ 01:20 am
So I haven't seen the movie, but after reading all four books I can still attest that this is HILARIOUSLY ACCURATE. Especially the part about Stephanie Meyer being the fat unpopular girl who wrote a book about her fantasies, I HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT SINCE CHAPTER 2 OF BOOK ONE. Credit: Sharon Bellina.

I don't really understand why I read all four books just to rip on them. I like to rip on stuff. Sue me.

And... umm... I'm home. It almost blows so far. That better change, asap. This is my last winter break... like ever.
06 December 2008 @ 11:45 pm
I have gone from reassured and eye-opened in my last entry to the full blown quarter-life crisis state I had predicted. I cried a lot today. I cannot handle the stress of this.

1. I will not have health insurance after I graduate
2. I will also not have a job right away
3. I cannot afford individual health insurance for 800$ a month
4. But what if I get sick/die of a UTI?
5. If I stay in grad school I can stay under my parent's plan
6. Grad school may be less than 800$ a month
7. But I have no idea where or what I want to go to grad school for
8. And I have not taken the GREs in preparation for this revelation
9. And all the deadlines are like January or February.

Seriously. I am fucking moving to Canada. Or better yet, London. Peace, US of A.
Current Mood: worriedworried
05 November 2008 @ 09:32 pm
This semester is slow and fast at the same time.

Lately it's been getting harder not to think about how I won't be in school next year, and how jealous I will be of everyone that still is. Which is, basically, everyone I know or see on a daily basis. School is like the best fucking deal there is, and I just want to be a professional student for the rest of my life.

On the flip side of that coin, my real-life internship has been an eye-opener. I was expecting to just sit and edit grammar and use a red pen and copy and paste e-mails and that would be the end of it. But then he had me start writing articles. And then he tried me out writing theatre reviews. And then he told me he really appreciates that I can write both news stories AND theatre reviews and that he likes my writing style and wants me to stay on as a freelance writer after I'm done interning. So-- basically-- seeing shows for free, giving my opinion on them, being published, and (perhaps?) getting paid for it. Uhhh, basically that is a kickass job for me.

I never considered marrying theatre and english together in that way, but it turns out I just got shit-lucky and there probably couldn't be much better of an internship for me than Showbusiness Weekly. I never even thought about journalism. I've never even written for a school newspaper and here I am, published every week in a newspaper about THEATRE that people actually spend money on.

So I'm taking a journalism class next semester.

And thinking it may have been a better idea to minor in journalism than education.

I am DREADING the two ed classes I have to take to complete that minor.

The asking is going to switch in to full gear very soon, now that I only have one semester left. "WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING AFTER YOU GRADUATE?"

I am not planning.

I am not planning.

But I will be 22 in five months and I feel very, very old.
I want things and think about things I never ever thought I would at 21 or 22.
But he still feels "so young" so I will spend the next five years waiting on him.
Current Mood: lonelylonely
23 October 2008 @ 11:41 pm
Thirteen storeys up,
Dreams float from windows
They catch a breeze and ride
For miles, the horizon
Only a limit for human eyes.

Where have they flown,
These dreams?
I stand, teetering,
One hundred feet from the ground
And wonder
How exactly I should follow.

Thirteen storeys up,
And I’m thinking
Of the thirteen hundred
Stories that lived here
For years.
Four years.

What use is the view,
If it doesn’t show you
What happens
After you leave it?
The city, the sea, are permanent
Only in the present.

Thirteen storeys up
Is a breeze. A tease.
For gravity weighs dreams
More heavily
When your feet are force-planted
On solid ground.
23 October 2008 @ 11:38 pm
Words, words, words
Read Hamlet.
Words, what they all use,
“You, your eyes, your mind, your smile, your soul.
You and I, a connection so crystal it would be
Impossible not to see it.”
Anyone can bang out a love written in 4/4 time with a strong melody.
I want something
No words, no words, no words
Just a beat, a heart beat
That’s been slightly off kilter
Since you were small:
One extra beat for every other,
When the doctor, with his stethoscope,
Asks about the murmur,
“My heartbeat’s
To my love, my blood, my everything,”
And I will add a touch
Of dissonance
To keep things interesting.
23 October 2008 @ 11:37 pm
Sitting in a bathroom stall I noticed
An echo.
I played with it as if I were five,
Clicking my tongue against the roof of
My mouth, first quietly
Then louder.
I let the echo die,
The reverberations ending in a silence
That pressed and pounded against
My eardrums.
How have I grown so much
While tiled, peach-pink bathroom stalls
Have stayed exactly the same?
24 September 2008 @ 05:29 pm
Six days from every Sunday
The bowels of the city
Spit her out on this stoop.


A film of sweat polishes
Her purple eyelids, half
Shuttered over their blue and white windows.
Skin and fabric are indistinguishable at
The small of her back, damply clinging
To one another as if post-coital.
The soles of her feet are ebony and stone:
Washed in coal, or what once was sidewalk.

Third buzzer down on the door.

He smells of Irish Spring soap.
The mouth that meets hers accepts her
Smog-tainted breath in exchange for fresh air.
The lips are cold and soft, coaxing hers
Out of their tight coil of hot wire.
Steam leaves her ears, nose, mouth,
Hovering up and misting the telephone wires.
The artifice crumbles.

She breathes.