It Makes Me Want to Rewind
WOW, so I haven't posted a blog in, God, forever. I mean, it's seriously ridiculous. Since school ended, I haven't posted a blog! I can't believe myself! Well, I guess I'll start off by posting my final grades for my sophomore year! In no particular order:
Spanish 2 - A!
Theatre Arts - A!
PreCalculus - B :[
World History - A!
Document Layout & Design - A!
Chemistry - A!
English 2 CP - A!
Then I had two other computer classes that I got an A in, so I ended up with ONE B for the year.
And, as I knew it would be, it was in PreCalculus. It doesn't bother me one bit though. Next year should be easier when it comes to math. I've heard that Calculus is WAAAAY easier.
On to what I REALLY want to talk about: this past weekend. It was so much awesomeness that I am not even kidding.
I think it was Tuesday when I found out that my grandparents said that they were going to come into town and visit for the weekend. I asked Tommy if he would come over and meet them (mostly my grandma because she was irritated that he met my dad's dad and not her). Of course, wanting to avoid conflict, awkward questions, and the 'talk' for like the millionth time, Tommy really didn't want to come over and I totally understood that. Not happy about that, my grandma promised not to say anything rude or embarrassing to him and he conceded to come over, giving a fair warning that if she DID say something, he would DEFINITELY say something right back.
Well, Saturday I had the ACT. I know I did really well on the English section and I think I did really well on the Reading section, but I'm not as confident on the Math and Science section. I don't know. It went okay, I suppose, and now I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping I did well. I saw a few people there, like Scott the Hair Ninja, Teresa the Bloggerette Extraordinarie, Mrs. Gross my PreCalculus teacher, and Jacob the Gheiwad, so I didn't feel so very alone.
Because he loves me so very much and I didn't want to talk to my dad after the test, Tommy picked me up from Brighton High and we headed back to my house, so he could meet the grandparents. Oh my GOD, I was so scared, you guys have NO idea! I mean, I love my grandma, but she has a habit of just saying whatever pops into her head without wondering if anyone would be offended or anything, so I was terrified that either he was going to end up upset because she's psychotic or she was going to end up upset because he was going to get in her face and tell her what's what. I was nervous as hell.
Everything went off without a hitch. My Grandma loves him. My Pawpaw loves him. It's just amazing.
From shooting with my dad and Pawpaw to napping on the couch with me to playing pirates (y'know that dice game in Pirates of the Caribbean? Yea, my family plays it) with my entire family (2:3 Tommy Lee!), Tommy is just so absolutely perfect.
He fits into my family PERFECTLY. It's scary how well it works. Hell, even our dog, Sabrina, barks at EVERYONE that walks into our house, including us, but NEVER at Tommy. I'm not exactly a family-oriented person, so even if my parents didn't absolutely adore him, I would still be with him, but it really does help that he's welcome in my family.
And for those of you that STILL think that Tommy and I shouldn't be together or that you want me to be with Fred or if you ARE Fred, screw you. The ONLY people that have seen Tommy and I together, as a couple, in real life are Rachel, Charlsea, Danielle, and my family. We're in love with each other and we're going to be together for a VERY long time, probably the rest of our lives. Those of you that disagree, keep it to yourself because I REALLY don't give a damn. For those of you that think that you know what Tommy's like, stuff it because you have no idea. I know Fred is butthurt because I don't want to be with him, but I don't care. I am absolutely in love with Tommy.
People that say that he doesn't know how to treat his girlfriends, but he knows exactly how to treat me. He's so incredibly sweet and romantic, but most people are too dumb and concerned with what they heard that they don't believe me. Whatever, I don't care. I'm not going to listen to retards that insist on acting like they know what they're talking about when they say that Tommy doesn't really love me or that he won't stay with me for much longer.
I've got a good feeling that we're going to be together for the rest of our lives. There's no reason for us NOT to be.
JESUS.
Last night, on the phone, that was what really tore me up. I mean, I was crying while he was talking. Not sobbing or anything, but I couldn't help but smile and tear up. He was half asleep and we were talking about everything and anything. Just, whatever. But every once in awhile he would always bring it back to our relationship and how much he loves me.
And, oh my gawsh, the most adorable thing that got me to start crying was just OH MY GAWSH.
We were just talking and he was like 'Well, I bet you don't even remember where our first kiss was.' and I just smiled to myself and I said 'Yea, I do. It was in my living room, on the recliner on June 5th, 2007, the day we started going out.' and he was quiet for a minute and said 'Good girl.'
I will ALWAYS remember that day. I will ALWAYS remember that first kiss. I will ALWAYS remember the first time I hugged him. The first hug was in Algebra 2 lab. Tommy had taken something of mine, probably my black pen that he KEPT ANYWAY, and he grinned and teased me. 'You can't have it back unless you hug me!', so I gave him a big hug while trying to reach into his back pocket to get the pen back. That was back when he wore that green and black striped jacket too. . .man.
He really is the most wonderful man in the world to me. I will never find anyone better for me. And anyone that wants to disagree or try and dissuade me, shut up. I love him, he loves me, and, one day, after I've graduated from high school and moved past all this drama, I will be:
Mrs. Lauren Taylor Walker
We might have had our problems, but I'm young. Young people screw up, but I'm done screwing up our relationship. I know that as long as he and I are honest with each other, we'll be just fine. I can't believe I was stupid enough to think that I would need anything more than utter perfection.
My life with him is wonderful now and it's going to be GODLY once I'm finally out from under my parents and on my own. Well, not necessarily on my own, but free from my parents :]
Sure, our relationship won't stay the same for the rest of our lives, but it will always be good so long as I can remember that he is the most understanding person in the world.
My family loves him, people that have seen us together know that we love each other and can see that we make a great couple. Go ahead and think that I'm ridiculous for loving him and staying with him, but I know that I'm happy and that you're probably just jealous that you don't have someone to talk to until one in the morning when you're voice starts cracking and you don't even remember what you said two sentences back. You don't have someone who will be an incredibly naughty lover-boy and then, the next second, the most doofy hopeless romantic. You have nothing that will ever compare the wonderful perfection that is my boyfriend, Tommy.
We are SO engaged to be engaged <3333
I just love everything about him!
I mean, his lean and slender stature.
His hazel-freckled blue eyes.
That voice, oh my god, like muffled thunder.
His big, warm hands.
The way he falls asleep when I run my fingers through his hair or rub his back.
The way he talks, the words and phrases he uses, including the stuff he makes up.
How he loves my family.
How he loves me.
It's times like these that I start missing him more than anything.
When I wish that I had said yes when he first started asking me to the movies.
Oh well.
I'll make it up to him by staying by his side for the rest of his life.
And by bearing however many children he wants.
Whether it's 1 or 25, I'll carry 'em all for him : ]
I'll take care of his pets and 'attempt' to cook when he's sick and incapable.
I'll be the one in his bed every night, rubbing his back, fingers running through his hair to make him go to sleep.
We'll fight, I'm sure, but we'll always love each other.
And that's that.
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