Apr. 18th, 2010

axeslade: (utena/anthy)
From an article on LDRs

an estimated 14 million Americans are currently in LDRs, according to the Center for the Study of Long Distance Relationships.

Reading stuff like that? Makes it just a bit easier when you're on a college campus and on average see at least one couple being all lovey-dovey all over each other as you're going about your day.

Also--this bit.

there was a defining moment of missing my husband. It was after his first visit, a quick, four-day trip during which we went to several of the Loire Valley chateaux that surround Tours. At one chateau, as we descended a narrow spiral staircase, we both remarked—almost simultaneously—that the staircase sagged inward toward its central support beam. (Actually, I think we both said "Whoa.") Several days later, after Andy had returned to the States, I was walking down the stairs of my language school and was blindsided by an intense pang of missing him. It took me a few minutes to figure out why, but I realized that the steps tilted inward, just like the ones at the chateau. The sagging stairs had been only momentarily interesting when we'd seen them together. But days later, experiencing something similar while I was alone triggered a memory that made me miss Andy acutely.

Dudes, I have experienced this too fucking often. Usually it's food. I'll be going to dinner, see they have strawberries or tomatoes, or I'll be at the grocery store and see a pack of Ferrero Rochers and I just...it's like someone punches me in the gut. Especially if I'm eating tomatoes (and no, I am not explaining that one any further).

Sigh, 59 days.

Oh-oh! And this. Man, I want to throw this in the face of so many people.

Plus, multiple studies have found that LDR couples' levels of relationship satisfaction, intimacy, trust, and commitment are identical to their geographically close counterparts. LDR couples might worry more about infidelity, but they don't actually cheat more.

axeslade: (queen of wands future will eat me)
Cue the 'my nerves are on the outside of my body' time of the month, where I'm over sensitive and anxiety ridden all the time.

Though at least this time it's about things that are real concerns. I was up until 4 or 5 freaking about money and math, instead of abstract concerns about NE and relationship wiggity-whack (it's all cool, Adelai's mind is making problems where there are none, because sie can't just be fucking happy, can sie?). Okay. Those snuck in there too, because they always do because it's all interconnected in this weird thing in my head. But...yeah. Even though some of my anxieties are concrete and real and worth worry, it's no better than those abstract problems and I still had to bite my pillow to keep from screaming and waking up my roommate (who may not have been asleep, but whatever, others come before me ALWAYS, fuck).

This song makes it a bit better, though. <3 Billy Joel.
axeslade: (Default)
Doing infinitely better after being assured by my mother that failing math will not be the end of the world--we just won't tell my grandmother.

Also, painting is so freaking soothing. I forgot how much I loved playing with watercolours. So that nudges my theatre teacher up from -423408230 to -42340800
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