Belive in Something Invisible...

…my boyfriend and my new thing to sing song lyrics to each other all the time. it started off happening few and far between. but now it is a pretty constant occurrence. the alyssa set list includes:

Tell me Baby

Psycho Killer

Don’t Stop Belieiving

Electric Feel

I’m so Hot for Her, etc.

The kyle set list includes:

Always Something There to Remind me

All my Lovin

Jumper

I’ll Make a Man Out of You (oh yeah, Mulan)

Any Way you Want it, etc.

i looooooves that man of mine :)

I just left home to go back to school. I won’t see my boyfriend for 12 days. I have so much homework but no motivation to do any of it. I hate juggling my relationship and school. I really do. 

If you pay more for love, does it make it worth any more than love for anyone else?

I’m supposed to be studying right now. That boyfriend of mine fell asleep on skype so now I guess I’m on my own. Slash, I feel zero motivation to study. Oh, tumblr. Impart on me some wisdom, because I feel like sleeping and not learning about physiological psychology right now.

RAWRRR COLLEGE.

…to my boyfriend last night, as spring break has ended, he looked in my eyes while they welled up with tears. i told him i was afraid because every time i left to return to school, i was afraid it would be the last time i would kiss him or the last time i would hold him. i said i was afraid he would forget that he loved me. without a beat, he smiled and looked me in the eyes as he sang to me…

“how could I forget you girl? when there is always something there to remind me…”

please cue the cheesy background music. I am in love.

sings me “ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone” every time I leave home to go back to college. I love him. He provides me good background music, just like the heartfelt romantic movie I never starred in.

…I am a diverse girlfriend. I am taking a class called Marriage Institutions, and as we talk about diversity in relationships I can’t help but make a mental checklist of the diverse qualities of my past boyfriends.

dated interracially, check. Kameron was Arab.

dated someone with gay parents, check. Michael lived with his 2 dads.

dated someone shorter than me, taller than me, blonde hair dark hair red hair, green eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, check check checkity check.

dated a multiple, check. Triplet.

dated someone who spoke a different language fluently, check. Russian.

dated athletes, musicians, actors, artists. checks all across.

dated people of several different religions, or lack thereof. check.

dated smart guys and admittedly stupid guys, check.

dated older, dated younger, dated same age, check.

dated guys who were big and strong and guys who were skinny as a toothpick, check.

dated someone with divorced parents, married parents, step-parents, brothers and sisters, only a brother, only a sister, only child, adopted siblings, an uncle even. big fat check.

I mean, I am just a typical white girl with brown hair and brown eyes. I am paler in the winter and tan in the summer. My family has a typical history. We are straight white, all the way back, with no homosexuality visible in our lineage. Maybe it is because I feel so boring that I date the most interesting people possible? Or maybe it is my simplicity that attracts guys of all different situations and walks of life. I don’t have an answer.

Now I am thinking about my red-headed boyfriend who goes to art school, weighs less than I do and works at starbucks, in comparison to my ex-boyfriend who was Arab, works out everyday and still goes to high school. I think I must like to visit opposite ends of the spectrum.

But after class today, I felt the most worldly I have ever felt, and it was derived from the people I choose to date. Who knows if that is a good thing.

(I hope I don’t sound too ridiculous writing this. Many of these qualities overlap on the same guy, I haven’t dated like a billion people)

I am a relationship melting pot.