Memories in Paraphrase

What is there to report? Nothing much has gone on.

My birthday was last week. I got some books, some kitchen y stuff that were needed, like a microwave and electric kettle, and some flowers, all of which I'm exceedingly excited about. I spent the birthday money from my grandmother on some stuff from Lush, bar shampoo which is amazing and awesome. I shared the Lush-love with my sister for her birthday. I bought a copy of Fight Club, because it was severely lacking in my movie collection. My sister took me out to dinner the day after my birthday in a joint celebration with hers and my birthday. Amy took me out to dinner the night of my birthday and we came back with mochi ice cream to watch Idiocracy. I don't think Amy stopped laughing.

Right now, I'm chilling out, watching Gladiator, watching Joaquin Phoenix emo the fuck out to the emperor.

Murphy seems to be settling in well! He's been showing off his desire for popcorn and bell hats. He seems to be happy. Which is good, I think I'll start trying to handle him in May. That gives him a few weeks to get settled in and used to the routine and everythiing.

Things between Eric and I seem to be going well. He's planning on visiting in June. Which is exciting and scary at the same time, but I'm mostly excited about it. It's hard not to be, really. Scared because I'm so unsure about about myself after the whole mess with Adam, and sorta with Kyle, that sort of rejection kinda burns in someone's mind, so what can you do? We've had talks about it, but I'm not allowed to be too emo about it because that's just a fucking downer. I think I'm mostly scared because of the way I put on the extra weight in my depression and the medications and the like. Not that I've ever been super skinny or anything like that.

Ugh, I don't want to sit here and spend all this time on my stupid weight. I'm going to start walking, and start yoga, and try to eat better, since I'm seeing a nutritionist next week.

No matter how often I refer to Eric as Eric to all of my friends, he's still Krisael in my head, which makes it feel like it's another secret altogether. Apparently other people have this problem as well. I know Patrick does, having read the entry I saw recently by him. Funny how that works. It amuses me somewhat. All of my friends and family know him as Eric. But in my brain, he's still Kris. Oh well, either name works, I know who he is.

We talk about the future a lot. After DBT, what will happen, leaving Seattle, leaving Alaska, who goes where, or if we both leave our area. We talk about going up to Alaska to see the northern lights in the winter and whether or not my coat is good enough at it's -10 degrees rating and what not. It's exciting. And seems only the tiniest bit premature, but somehow right.

I'm happy.

I can start this entry the way I start a lot of them: Blah blah blah, I should have updated sooner. How retarded! I could update more, but things seem to be going so -well-, superstitious me doesn't want to jinx them.

Where to start?

Murphy moved in Sunday! That's exciting news. He was pretty pissy after we got him into the apartment and whatnot, but seems to be settling down over the last few days. He actually ate the pretzel I gave him yesterday morning rather than throw it to the bottom of his cage in his crazy parrot rage. He came out of his cage yesterday morning and seemed pretty chill for the rest of the day, which is cool. Adam's adjusting pretty well to having Murphy in his space. I did watch Murphy bang a toy against his cage to startle Adam, so I suspect the superior psittacine intellect will beat out feline instinct.

He bit the shit out of my hand at my grandmother's, and it's actually bruised up at the moment.

Things have been going rather well in most things in my life. Krisael (Eric, though not to be confused with Erik from high school or Eric/Teki from Lineage 2) and I hooked up back in February, which feels like a long thing in coming, if you ask me. We've known each other online for the last 6-7 years or so, and there's always been something that we've both felt between us. When he popped back online in February, we started talking and then on the phone, and etc, and etc. We had a long conversation about things a few weeks later, and I guess you could say that's when we hooked up.

Talking about this is weird since I know his roommate reads LJ more than he does.

I'm very happy in our relationship, and very secure. We've had several long talks and plan on being in the same zip code in June, which is quickly approaching and couldn't happen fast enough in my opinion. There's discussions about moving into the same zip code at the end of DBT (which should be in June of next year or thereabouts), moving to an area where I could attend school at the same time. He says I need to learn to drive. I'm afraid to drive.

But all in all, with the new relationship, and having Murphy, things are going rather well.

I'm getting addicted to Lush, which is a dangerous and expensive addiction. But their shampoo makes my hair look fantastic, and their facial masks are amazing for my face... so it's hard to argue with results. I love it, though.

I need to do some reorganizing of my closet and my apartment as a whole. I have things in random places and the OCDness is flaring up by looking at it.