surprise.

Austin came over today with a ton of snacks. He told me he had to go back to his car to get some more, so I followed him. He opened the door and reached inside his car. When he turned back around to face me, he had a present in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Not because of an anniversary, but just because he wanted to get me something. He was going to bring something last time, but he was running late.

The flowers are beautiful and sitting in a vase (also brought by Austin) on my nightstand. Inside the present was a thing of glow in the dark stars, moons, and planets. I've wanted those for a really, really long time now.

I gave him my black I <3 Boobies bracelet (I also have a pink and white one, but I preferred the black one. Look how thoughtful I am!) and I'm going to bake him cookies and brownies for next Sunday (our three month anniversary). He likes them soft -__- I prefer my treats crunchy, kthx. But whatever. They're not for me. They're for him. ← proof of me being unselfish.

I went back over and read through all the idiotic but ego boost-worthy threads on GCY, especially the relationship-centric ones. I don't know. It seemed so nice, the things we wrote, especially when the guys were unbelievably thoughtful. But, I mean, it's just so wrong. I hate it when a guy has no ideas for himself or opinion. How could we have made them "perfect boys" if they weren't the slightest bit real? That's the most perfect thing about my boyfriend. He's real.

Also: Holy crud. I was a hyper-ass freak who was "in love" with her "boyfriend". Then we kept doing "boyfriend swaps" and in the end, everyone was either a complete prude or a complete slut. And I do mean complete. But I guess the drama was kinda, sorta, slightly entertaining.

Lies. It was extremely entertaining. But it would be torture irl.