Right now I have two different word documents open. One entitled Superman, and the other School. I’d rather not think the school document. It was intended to be an update about how I’m loving my classes, doing well, and my upcoming plans at FLCC, but after talking with my dad about possible career choices, he reminded me that most four year schools accept up to a total of 60 credits. I knew this, but I didn’t really think it would affect me. Turns out, after this semester I’ll have 48 credits. Needless to say, I think I’m going to hold off on the School update I was going to send your way until I’m less freaked out.
Superman. He’s doing great: having fun and working hard. I fell into a funk early last week, and slowly talked to him about it (insecurities regarding us), and it’s all taken care of. My major concern was about the future, and if we were going to try long-distance after we leave FLCC. He’s made it clear in the past that he’s not a big fan of it, and before I talked with him, I figured if he wasn’t open to the idea, then there wouldn’t really be much of a point of us because there’d be a definite end. I talked to him on Friday, and it seemed like he had thought about it a lot too. He told me I’m the kind of girl who’s worth a long-distance relationship. Isn’t he such a sweetie?
We’ve been hanging out a lot, and been getting a lot closer. I actually made him a sandwich. You read that correctly, I made him a sandwich. Now if that’s not serious, then I have no idea what we are. It was not in a sexist here you go one playing up to gender roles, but more of a, you hungry? Here you go. But I’ve never made male, except for my younger brother and father, a sandwich.