I haven’t done a personal post in a while. That’s kinda weird considering this is my personal blog..

BUT. 

Gah, it’s barely been a month into spring semester and I already have trouble getting to class and motivating myself to be all cheery and awake during lecture time. Papers and group projects (I HATE GROUP PROJECTS) and exams and assignments are starting to heat up, and I’m perpetually stressed out.

I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. I’m not saying this as some bitter girl en route to becoming a cat lady (which I’m pretty sure I am). I have an amazing boyfriend, but he doesn’t express his love one day a year, nor do I think he should have to. And I’m so against the whole material-things-portray-your-love-the-best shindig. CORPORATE AMERICA MAN. WHAT THE HECK.

I hate Valentine’s Day because, as much as I’d like to deny it, I get caught up in this whole lovey dovey mess that the entire world seems to be in… when the cynical and realistic part of me is dying in agony, the hopeless romantic in me is squealing with joy and prancing (That’s right—prancing. The next step up from dancing) around.

I hate admitting that I have part of me that’s still a hopeless romantic. Seems so weak bro.

As my relationship progresses, I find that I’m getting stretched and uncomfortable with where I’m currently at and am developing more as a person. I hate admitting I’m wrong, that I’ve been selfish or that I wasn’t thinking straight. I HATE WAITING. FOR ANYTHING. I’m a sucker for instant gratification.

But Abhishek has some mystical power that challenges my most basic, selfish instincts. When I jump to conclusions, he gently reins me back to rational thought. Mad props/snaps/kudos to God for giving me exactly who I need.