It took me three days to come up with that title and I bet you no one gets it. >.<
I like kissing people. A lot. A whole lotly a lot.
I also really like going on dates and generally soaking up the heat of quick-burn romances. The pull two people feel when they don’t know anything about each other; when they remain ideas rather than real and intricate individuals. I love those sorts of relationships.
But one cannot live ones entire life as a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. At least, not very successfully.
So, with Matt’s help I decided to go on a 2.5 month bout of complete celibacy. This includes kissing and holding hands and dates and romantic thoughts. The idea is that I can channel that energy and use it to focus on becoming the Dru that I want to be. The Dru that I am happy being. Also that I concentrate on university ( to which I got accepted, by the way ), and my vlog, and settling my apartment.
It marks my shame and failure. Also where I ran into the wall of the pool with mah face.
So far…so far I am failing pretty thoroughly. I’ve gone on two dates, drunkenly snogged, held hands, and generally been a naughty, naughty, non-monky girl. ( Haha, monk-like sounds like a primate. :p )
The plan is to realign myself starting tomorrow – it’s always tomorrow, isn’t it? – because I really feel like I’m on the verge of growing. I’m going to be the collegiate vlogger with a really cool, tidy apartment who always does her homework and works on her bucket list at the weekend. That’s the girl I want to be. Solid and concrete. Not an evanescent construct who skates through their dreams at night.
I also want to never go swimming after margaritas ever again. My forehead hurts :(