This is how amazing my boyfriend is: I puked out my guts last night. I tossed up everything in my stomach no less than eight times last night in a period of six hours. Jordan woke up every time to check on me, help me to the bathroom and throw away the garbage can of puke. I was hanging off the couch, my face in this garbage bag, making horrible gurgling noises and cursing this cheeseburger that bit me back when I started crying and apologizing profusely. "Baby, I'm so sorry. This must be so gross. *HEAVE, SPLAT* I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. I'm so sorry." *HEAVE, SPLAT* I had mascara all over my face when I sat up, my hair going every which direction, but he still looked and smiled at me like I was the most gorgeous thing in the world. He rubbed my back and said,

"Honey, I love you. It's my job to take care of you. This isn't gross. You're my poor sick baby and I'm here no matter what."

I'm most definitely marrying this kid.

I've been so tired lately. The only thing keeping me going is my love for Jordan.

Yesterday, my hebrew tutor choked on his own phlegm while trying to pronounce something (HA!) and I prank called Taylor Lautner. You wish you were me.



The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Or feel free to ask me to take pictures of things in my life.

01. My journal is now officially open!
02. The picture above is from Jordan's birthday last month. His family came to visit and his mother baked him a delicious cake.
03. They bought him a mandolin that he basically hasn't stopped playing since they left.
04. I love living with a musician. Waking up to soft guitar coming from the living room with sunlight softly illuminating everything through the curtains with Ginny cuddled in the blankets with me--- perfection.