2006-02-11 - 3:31 a.m.
so 2006. yeah, so far this has been the year. it's fucking awesome.
i've met jason. it's warm fuzzies and everything. we hung out first on new years eve. since then, we've gone to the columbus conservatory, started a knitting club in canton, canned 23 pints and 2 quarts of pickles, and have big plans for pinhole photography labs and shrimp farms. it's goddamn awesome.
i'm so weird that i just always accepted the fact that i would have different friends for different sections of my life. like drinking friends were good just for that and they never overlapped with my art friends and they never overlapped with my swimming friends or my knitting friends or my hippie gardening friends. oddly enough, jason is all those combined.
it's so beautiful. everything is so nice now that i'm happy. i don't know what to do with myself. it's like caution has completely been thrown out the window. everything that we do together is so amazing and fun. we are so similar that i don't even have to do those little comprimises that i always found myself doing for other people. i just say whatever's on my mind because i'm just that comfortable.
it's scary. i've never been this head over heels. i mean, i always get the giddyness starting out new possibilities, but this one just keeps going and going as to the endless possibilities that everything keeps opening up. i've always been just stuck as to my limitations of what i can do by myself. having someone opposite me that is thinking about organic gardening too enough to push me and help me make it bigger and better is just phenomenal. i finally finished the project that i was working on for 9 months, just so that i would have an excuse to talk to him.
i am scared though, not that he's going to get janeeitis and stop talking to me, though i thought that at first. i'm pretty paranoid that he's going to die though and i'd be left completely alone. i don't know why this fear is so prevalent, but it kinda nags at me and i don't know how to take it. he has diabetes, which isn't a debilitating disease or anything... just three shots a day. but i went to borders and read all about it and the complications and i started crying. i don't know, maybe i'm just a fucking little girl about things. i should grow up and stop thinking so catastrophic. i don't know, it's just that i have to worry about something, i guess.
i'm going to florida in a few weeks to go visit my sister. yuck. i hate florida. and i hate my sister's boyfriend. things are going ok between me and her, so this should be an alright visit. i'm just not looking forward to it.
today, jason and i canned 23 pints and 2 quarts of pickles. it was insanely fun. then we walked around the fish farm looking at all of the possibilites while splitting a beer. after that, we tried to take a nap, but usually whenever we try to sleep, we end up talking, which is funny because the less sleep i get, the more that i talk. speaking of which, i should really get back to bed.
so right now, if you couldn't tell... i'm incredibly happy.
