In My Room.

Today's been a long day, and right now, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I just kind of thought of this randomly... Okay...let me explain.

At work today, Dad and I were finishing up a GINORMOUS order that came in yesterday. We STILL did not finish it...but that's not the point. Before we started, Dad left, and ran some catalogs to schools so they could look through them and possibly order stuff from us. So I got online while he was gone, and I began to read old myspace messages from Kevin. Which is one of my favorite things to do. Because I'm a hopeless romantic and his old messages were adorable.

When Dad got back, we started on the order again. We took about an hour, and then took a break for lunch. We watched the last episode of the first season of Heroes (because Kevin has so kindly lent us his Christmas present :] ). Afterwards, we got back to work again. We worked until 4:30. Yeah. That's over five hours all together working today. Which, I mean, we've done this before, and I'm not trying to sound lazy or like a weenie...but dear lord, my shoulders hurt.

Dad left again at around 4:30, and I got back on the internet. I began to read (again) through old e-mails and messages from Kevin. They (the messages) talked about his baptism, his parents, his brothers, our first date, our first week as a couple together, our likes and dislikes, our hopes and dreams, and really just kind of "getting to know each other" messages. You know, the awkward, "Hey I like you" messages that turn into, "Hey, I think I love you" messages? Yeah...those.

As I said before, reading through our old messages is the best. I mean...thinking about how we actually met and started dating in HIGH SCHOOL? It's CRAZY.

He was so adorable in those messages. And when I say "used to" ... I mean he doesn't "use myspace anymore, so he can't send me adorable messages anymore :[ "Anyway, I'm going to start doing this as much as I possibly can. The "Random Thoughts Before Going to Bed" posts, I mean.

So I hope you'll stop by and read them every once and a while.

Comments are appreciated :]

-Lindsay