Leave it to me,

A girl who has constant things running through my mind that I would like people to know, to never write on her blog. Figures. But in reality, blogging has been the furthest thing on my mind right now. I found a guy in September 2010, and from then on, I tried my hardest to get him to be mine. And you know what? In December he finally asked me out. From the get-go, I have been crazy about him, and actually, in high school, I thought he was the cutest thing since Lance from N'Sync. However, at that time it was jock vs. bando, so I never even talked to him. Come college, and I text him late at night and we begin to text regularly. Of course, every time I got a text I was Miss Giddy, and all my roommates made fun of me. Luckily for me, he began to like me back, and as of today, wehave been dating for five months. These five months have been some of the hardest months of my life because ladies and gents, I am in love. The only problem is that we are normally 400 miles away, me in Evansville and him at Purdue.But the hardest months are to come. He got hired for a Co-op at NASA down in Houston, TX, so he will be there during the fall semester of school this year, then he'll go back down next summer, and then go the following spring semester. Even though he is technically a junior this year, he will graduate with me because of the co-op.

While this post has been all happy-go-lucky, the one thing that made me want to blog happened this past week. My boyfriend's dad died. He passed away in the comfort of his own bed, but sadly, he was so drugged I don't actually know if he knew what was going on. I had been there for my boyfriend since 9 AM, and I stayed on babysitting duty most of the day. I went home around 1:30AM the next morning to get some sleep because when I left the family had all gone home and his dad was in a comatose state. I got back to his house around 4 AM because about an hour or so after I left, his dad passed. From getting there late Tuesday night, getting there early Wednesday morning, , leaving late again Wednesday night, then getting back early early Thursday morning, wash rinse and repeat. Let's just say I didn't get a lot of sleep, which is okay because I knew my boyfriend had someone there he could cry with who wasn't family. It was hard to watch him cry, and I had no idea what to say to him. At first it was awkward and surprising, but eventually I got to where I just let him cry and held him. This was an eye-opening weekend for me because I saw how hard it is to be the shoulder that is cried on. I hated seeing him hurting, seeing him be weak. But all-in-all, I think it helped me. Maybe I won't cry so much, or make such a big deal about the little things.

Have I mentioned that I love his nephews? They are the cutest kids I have ever seen, and they all have a special little tweak (that can be horribly annoying if left with them for too long) but they are adorable. And the babies are cute too (:. Something good that came from this weekend? I got to spend time with the family and get closer to his sister's and nephews.