Things have been a bit hectic with the mold issue in our apartment (that will hopefully get resolved soon) and with me landing the position of Assistant Spa Director at a major hotel in New Castle, NH. I've been enjoying the perks of the position, like yesterday with a free eyebrow wax and today with an hour long free massage. Both done while on the clock mind you. I've been doing my best not to get too stressed out, but with Christian working all the time I feel like we're settling into a routine of him pestering me to no end when I get home from work which then results in me being pissy and grumpy. I'm tired, stressed out, and starting to finally get my shit together and the last thing I need is to be constantly poked in my side for 5 minutes all the while telling him repeatedly to stop. Last night when I finally had enough I yelled at him to cut it out and then he got pissed off at me for yelling. I tried to explain to him the cause and effect of his actions (ie "I don't like when you do A, it makes me B, so don't do it") but he still pointed the blame on things on me. We both got home rather early today, him at 4ish and me a bit past 5, and after eating dinner I go in here to check my email. I can't so much as walk into another room without him yelling after me about something, whether it be that I "hate him", don't want to spend time with him, you name it. I know that he's joking, but for fuck sake - give me ten minutes to go into another room and do whatever the hell I want. I don't need a guilt trip on how I'm "ignoring" you and I certainly don't need a lighter whipped into the room behind my chair so that I'll turn around and you can make some faux-sad face and whine about how I don't love you. I feel like I'm babysitting the most attention whore kid in the world and not getting paid.

I've Been Slacking

Talk about ignoring my blog, jeez. Here's the rundown of what's happened over the last several weeks:

- Christian and I successfully moved into our apartment and although it is a mishmash of crappy furniture from my parents basement and posters of Interpol and Trainspotting, it's turning out to be quite nice. I've discovered that we both loathe to do the dishes, as even with a dishwasher we still have ones piled in the sink from dinner last night.
- Christian has been working all the time so that we have enough money for bills, rent, food/living expenses, since my broke ass has been unemployed since graduation. I just found out today that my old job at the Canada tour operation needs me about 15-20hrs/week starting Monday so that's something. Plus they know that as soon as I find a better job, I'm out the door. Speaking of which, I have an interview on Friday for a Spa Manager position at Wentworth by the Sea - a huge, ritzy hotel in Newcastle. I didn't even technically apply for the position; word of mouth spread from one hotel to another and soon the GM was calling me.
- Also on Friday, Christian and I are picking up our 8 week old kitten that we met last week! Granted, we have to go an hour into East Chugafuck, Maine to get it but the little thing is so cute and tiny that we had to get it. Being the idiots that we are, we totally forgot to ask what sex it is, so on Friday we're either naming it Stella or Nelson, depending on what it is.
- At the end of the month we're going to Cara's daughter's birthday party in Providence, and then from there driving to Conneticut so I can meet Christian's mother and sister. His sister Lauren is flying out from Chicago to go with their mom to Antiques Roadshow since she had won tickets (valued at $300! WTF). I'm a little nervous since I've heard that his mom is a no-nonsense kind of woman, but he says that I should get along great with Lauren since we have similar tastes in music, movies, etc.
- Oh and then last night I had a dream/wtfnightmare that I had heard from my ex Matt and he wanted to hang out. We went to some restaurant/hotel/bar place and while we were waiting to be seated, he kept whining and bitching about stupid things. So I get annoyed, tell him to shut up and how much I can't stand him and don't want to be his friend. He starts crying to some waitress and another comes over to me and I explain how he's clingly and a wuss. Then he flips the fuck out, like psychotic. He gets some sort of gun and as I jump behind the coat check-in booth, Adam Goldberg comes out of nowhere and shoots him. Adam Goldberg is in fucking EVERYTHING.

Movin' On Up

In about a week Christian and I are moving into our apartment and finally getting out of my parent's place. Even though we've only been here for about a month, it sure seems a hell of a lot longer. We both have a distinct feeling that everything is going to insanely well - especially since we've had to deal with the added stress here and things have been good.

Next week is going to be eventful, with the WFNX party in Boston and then The Killers show the following night at Foxwoods. As far as I know we're heading down early for the concert since Christian took the day off and with my current unemployment it's not like I have anything else to do. I'm preparing myself now for the long 3 hour ride back that will no doubt occur at 1AM. Ahh, the sacrifices I make for my glittery homo Brandon.

We are cute.

Suzy Homemaker

Today is the last day I'll be living "alone" for who knows how long - forever, maybe? Granted, considering I'm camping out in my parent's house I'm not exactly alone, but it's surely the end of my single living existance. Christian moves in tomorrow and while I'm absolutely convinced that living with him will be nothing short of wonderful, the same old fears of me driving him nuts have of course resurfaced. The other sort of scary-exciting thing is that this could be it. While I haven't been single for almost 3 months, this is solidifying the fact that I am entirely in a relationship. It isn't long-distance or a situation where we only see each other a few nights a week; this is the point of no return - minus the suspenseful music. I still wonder how the hell I got here and am still stunned at how easy it all was. Is this a fluke or is this the way love is supposed to be? Either way I think I'm pretty goddamn lucky.

Oh my God, I miss him so much.

He's Going to Fix Me

"Fix You" by Coldplay seems to sum up things between Christian and I up best; that no matter what happens, we'll always be there for eachother to make everything work. Although right now there issue of distance is something we'd both like to fix but can't for 2 more weeks, maybe less.

I'm back up in New Hampshire while he's training his replacement in Providence. He doesn't want to be there by any means as evident by the stream of sappy text messages we've been sending back and forth since I left on Thursday. God, it's only been 3 days? I feel...pathetic a bit for already missing him so much and while I've been telling myself that two weeks is nothing it still seems so daunting. I know the fact that we spent nearly every day together over the last few weeks surely didn't ease the separation.

This sort of seems like a running theme for our relationship, huh? Things get going, then dud out, then back up again, then flounders, and then now - going fantastic and then halted. Though now it's the circumstances and reality of things rather than him being dumb and trying to avoid getting caught up in things. Also, I can't help but wonder where we would be had he realized how ideal we are for eachother four or five months ago instead of two. In the same place? I actually think we would've probably been shacking up in Providence instead of here, which probably would've resulted in us being stagnant and near-broke for the next several months or year, so I'm glad that we're hurrying up and moving forward. It's funny though, as of lately the only thing I've been sure of is him. I used to have everything so mapped out, but now I know that as long as I have him there by my side, things will end up great.