That's not fair. I'm really ticklish.

St. Patrick's Day was pretty fun and drunk, as it was also a celebratory event for finals being over. Mike invited us to see a Sublime cover band. He paid for our admission, bought us drinks the whole night...it was swell. The main reason he wanted us there was because a girl he liked was going and he wanted backup I guess. I'm a pretty good wing man if I do say so myself (after we left, Mike texted Clockwork with "What the hell did Becca say to her!? She's eye fucking the hell outta me now!").

Clockwork had one more final the next day, so I dropped him off for class and went to Corey's to hang out. We got smoothies and took a stroll along High Street. The weather was gorgeous so it was really nice. Afterward I got Clockwork, picked up some Chipotle, and we went back to my place. We wanted to go out again, as he was going home for Spring Break the next day, but I think everyone was too busy nursing their St. Patty's Day hangovers. Instead we played Guitar Hero, spied on my neighbors fighting, and tickled each other. Seriously. We tickled each other...for like an hour (I told him that if anyone asked what he did, he'd have to say he spent the night tickling his girlfriend, and no that's not code for something.) We also had another good talk that reassures me that we're too good together to let anything ruin us. I also like that he's constantly talking about things in the future...what we'll do in the summer...going to his family's annual Christmas party...clarifying our first date for future anniversary purposes. Hearing that puts me in a good mood :D

So today I had to drop him off at his dorm so he could leave me (he's coming back Saturday night, then going to Las Vegas until Wednesday! I can barely get through a day without him now, what the hell am I supposed to do?) Then I went to lunch with my sister (patty melt/potato soup/fries/sundae...oh my ovaries...) Now I'm crampy from the time of the month and would like to skip home...



Tralala...

No more apples in the vending machine please

CLOCKWORK: Let's have sex.
ME: No.
CLOCKWORK: Well what if I get too drunk later?
ME: Just don't drink that much.
CLOCKWORK: But I wanna have fun!
ME: You're right. Why have sex when you can have fun?
CLOCKWORK: Wait, that's not what I meant!
ME: Oh don't worry, you can have all the fun you want tonight. I won't make you have sex. Ew, sex, bleh!
CLOCKWORK: AGHHHHH!

Bizzybee.

Hrm, couple weeks since I last wrote. My days are busier now...filled with Clockwork time, sleep time, eat time...errr, that's about it.

A brief rundown? Hung out with Clockwork at:

-The movies (Wendy & Lucy...we left in the middle because nothing was happening...it's an entire movie of watching someone do things...with no discernible conclusion.)
-At my place (he's been spending weekends here. It's just easier. Since he doesn't have a car right now I always have to pick him up when I want to see him. Weekends are the best!)
-The grocery store (he made me get food because I ran out...and I made us bbq meatball subs and we watched movies and played video games and lazed...sigh)
-Bars (we've been slowly making our rounds...it's been fun...and drunk)
-Momo's (a bowling alley/kareoke bar/pool hall/awesome place....)...
-Corey's (to hang and watch Zoolander and for a party. Muttons was there, but no drama, no attempts at making him jealous with Clockwork. We're friendly, that's it. I just don't care anymore so it's easier to be nice. And THAT'S nice)....

The last couple weeks have been a bit of a blur. I did so much that I can barely remember what I did. This is what it costs to maintain a relationship I guess.

I like having a boyfriend :)