I can’t wait to have my own place with my own bookcase, candles whenever I want, the groceries I want…

How, in the case of three weeks, did it suddenly change to me being ok with sharing it all over again?

I don’t think my mental health is messing up; I think I’m just seriously in love.

I feel ridiculous trying to persuade my friends that this time, its different. Of course it is, it always is.

They’ll see. Hell, I was quite surprised myself.

My plans today revolve around my lovely bed. Pajamas, heating blanket, window open, coffee maker in the corner with coffee grinds, milk in a jar thats on my balcony to keep it cool, sugar, and a spoon… Perfect. Don’t call me childish.. its CREATIVE.

I have a stack of books I want to get too or even re-get too. I’m so excited. Laptop is neccessary as my boyfriend works in a office but often leaves me cute messages on MSN to keep me entertained.

Oh, I love him.

Its different.

You’ll see.

Audge.

I am on cup #4 within an hour. I’ve done better previously, trust me. After a 6 hour trip from Edmonton to Saskatoon, I can barely walk.

More to be said on this later, I have a report at work to complete.

So, have at it:

-Ipod & Charger.

-Cell & Charger.

-Massive Wallet.

-.78 cents.

-Brush.

-Lippy.

-Used Kleenex.

-Anti Depressants & Birth Control.

-Notes.

-3 pens. (what the hell, I know… )

-Ticket stub for a jacket I forgot at the bar about 4 weeks ago in a completely different city.

-Hotel receipt.

  ….. Interesting, no? Don’t lie.

Everyone is dying to know what the hotel receipt was for and who joined me in my lil’ rendevious.