Is it alright if I say that in 15 days, Lyndsey and I will have been together for half a year? Sometimes it feels like it's been a week and sometimes it feels like it's been all of my life. The reason I'm really bringing this up is because I've realized that out of this half a year, only about a week of it wasn't entirely awesome. That's pretty good for a relationship, right? Let alone a long distance one. There's kind of a disappointing predicament that I can't put here but don't mind discussing privately regarding my trip up there and her family's opinion of me, it's been really bothering me and making me feel uncomfortable about the whole thing. They're right, she deserves better than me. I'm glad that something's getting across that this thing is serious, but I'm offended that they're being shocked and judgmental over it.
Also, it's been like two months since a picture of me has ever been taken, and I know you all come here for updates on my beard, so here's a picture I just took, just for you. :)
my perception of time has slowed down. There's a lot of things that happened a year or so ago that feel like happened last month. Things that happened last month, I feel like they happened yesterday. Is this a coping mechanism for getting older? Am I adjusting to having waaay too much on my plate?
Speaking of, I've lost like fifty pounds in the past month and a half, wtf.
I'm going to Canada in five days, SWEET!
