my phone broke

My phone fell for the millionth time, and this time, the display shattered. I can still use it, but it's terribly off-putting to tipe and watch through an awfully cracked screen. I'm thinking of getting it replaced, though, since I'm not going to buy a new phone anytime soon and this one works just fine at the moment.

I'm at GC's place now, waiting for him to come back from a music rehearsal (what kind of evil person schedules rehearsals on a Saturday evening???). Finally I can sleep again. I haven't exactly been having the best night's sleep lately, as I've mentioned before. So yeah, I'm glad I'm back for at least tonight and tomorrow.

It's the 23.

... Which means that GC and I have been together for 7 months now. You'd think it would feel more special. It doesn't. It feels normal. So normal that I've stopped giving a fuck about whether or not any of us remembered. It's weird.

I'm working on an art assignment right now, which is my way of creatively procrastinating (I have a maths test on Monday and guess who's super motivated to learn? NOT ME)... I swear it's a great assignment. Totally worth flunkig a grade.

no place like home

I feel so much more at home here than I do in Basel. It's so strange, I've adapted so quickly that it almost seems like I was never attached to my old home in the first place.

I forgot GC doesn't have to go to school anymore. I wanted to text him during the break to ask whether he'd come down to the cafeteria, but then I remembered. Silly me. I'll probably get used to this quickly, too. And then I'll wonder how it happened and when I had stopped thinking of morning kisses.

I do think of them, though. It sounds so petty, good lord. But it's the little things one misses the most. No more hiding little notes in his coat, no more "hurry up, we're late", no more "you'll miss the train". No more afternoon cuddles.

I went to his place yesterday, though, because I had the afternoon off. Time flies when you're enjoying yourself.

I feel so relaxed when I'm with him. I wish I could have stayed, just to sleep soundly for once. I don't sleep well anymore when I'm alone.

My two babies: after

My two babies: before

I'm allergic to pears now, too

Green tea is the worst shit ever. I'm not allowed to drink it with sugar so I don't know whether it would taste better with, but pure green tea tastes like a mixture of dirty tap water and obscure herbs. But I'm forcing myself to drink at least three cups a day for detox purposes. I need to get rid of all the nasty stuff I stuffed into my body during my stay in Liverpool.

I've also taken up eating pineapples and bananas, also for detox purposes, but mainly because I've found my new favourite fruit (aside from mangoes which will forever be my #1).

Speaking of pineapples, apparently they're also good for the skin because they're rich in collagen or something. So I bought a funky shower gel with pineapple extract. Luckily (or should I say sadly?) the smell doesn't linger, so I don't have to walk around smelling like a tropical fruit stand.

Tomorrow's finally Friday. I still need to clean up my room for the weekend (it's utter chaos because I had to unpack my suitcase and I still don't know where to put some things).

And then I'm off to home sweet home - or at least, the home 15 minutes away. You know, the one with the big warm bed and a boy to cuddle with and two dogs. The dogs were sheared recently and they look so much smaller than they did with lots of fur... The younger one resembles a chihuahua now for some reason...

Mayday

We'll have the entire house to ourselves this weekend. And we all know what that means, don't we?

He's become more physical with me this last week. What I'm trying to say is he keeps touching me, not sexually though, just caressing my hand or leaning on me and so on. He hasn't done it before, at least not this much. Mind you, I'm not complaining. I'm merely observing a change. Maybe it's because he'll be gone soon.

I'll miss him so much. No more meeting up during breaks, no more quick kisses and "how was class?" or "see you after lunch". At least we'll have the week-ends. But still. I'm selfish and spoilt and want him all to myself. :P