I was blissfully under the impression that I was going to be able to graduate in one more year. I only have 2 basics left, and 5 comm. classes left and I will have the core done. But my wonderful, smart and not-at-all arrogant advisor forgot to remind me that I should be taking ELECTIVES throughout my time in college so this shit doesn't happen. I will graduate next May if i have to murder him in the process. I'm ready to be in a different place in my life. Besides wanting to move out my parent's house, I want to make a big step with Austin and move in. Mainly to see if we can make it through life. Cuz honestly at this point, I'm questioning whether we can make it the semester. First he can't come to my house becuz my mom thinks that all we do all the time is fuck, fuck, fuck in my bedroom. Which isn't the case... not for a while. The fucking has ceased to like twice a week. It's fucking ridiculous. Me, not having regular sex. Then I've been going to his house regularly which is nice becuz his mom is finally getting used to me and his little sister likes me and I feel mildly apart of their inpenetratable circle. But it's not like we can get romantic or kiss or hug or FUCK in that house! It's like fucking Alcatraz! So when we do get to have sex, it's usually in my car or in his bedroom and it lasts for like 3 minutes. Hoo-fucking-ray. I'm sick of this. I'm ready to take our 3 year relationship and do something with it... instead of just hanging out when he's not at work. Honestly I feel like a fuck-rag. This summer is very important. Depending on what my advisor says, I want to take an internship at a Houston publication, move in with my sister for the summer and get away for a while. I want to know whether or not we can survive this. Becuz I'm not sure I can trust him for three months and vice versa. I really hope things can work out where I can intern this summer, be editor next fall and spring and graduate in May. Then (fingers crossed) go to grad school in Austin the following fall. Where does that leave me and my boyfriend, you ask? Don't ask me, I was hoping you'd know. Valentine's Day is coming.... this is not a good start to February.