MAN I love living in a complex so close to Duke. I had to grab my cell phone from my car and just saw a three-car caravan of undergrads file back in, rubbing off their paint, and then stopping to stare at my Ellington jersey. <3 <3 <3
4-0 in Cameron, man. 4-0. Best time to be a senior at UNC!
4-0 in Cameron, man. 4-0. Best time to be a senior at UNC!
- Location:Bull City
- Mood:
elated - Music:I think Paulus is crying in this interview
The past three days, Mark has been an absolute saint and has put up with me dragging him to my family's two Thanksgivings; one at my parents' and one in Surf City (Friday night). My dad built a house for my favorite cousin and my grandmother/aunt/uncle/niece out there, and one next to it waiting for tenants, so it's just big and empty, so Mark and I stayed in one of the upstairs bedrooms on an air mattress for the night. We were laying there talking, and we've joked in the past about Mark proposing to me with a bread tie or something for sort of ridiculous reasons, and that continued a little before we went to bed.
We got home this afternoon and watched Red Dawn (yes, that Red Dawn) with Alex. He went upstairs to get something. At about 5 PM yesterday as we were laying on the couch together, Mark held up a bread tie wrapped into a circle, and asked, "one day, when I can afford a ring, will you marry me?"
I asked him to phrase it a little better, a little more in the present, and I now have a bread tie on my left ring finger and we are engaged.
I would have posted this earlier, but we were just waiting for his dad to call him back so all the immediate family knew before the internet knew. :)
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
We got home this afternoon and watched Red Dawn (yes, that Red Dawn) with Alex. He went upstairs to get something. At about 5 PM yesterday as we were laying on the couch together, Mark held up a bread tie wrapped into a circle, and asked, "one day, when I can afford a ring, will you marry me?"
I asked him to phrase it a little better, a little more in the present, and I now have a bread tie on my left ring finger and we are engaged.
I would have posted this earlier, but we were just waiting for his dad to call him back so all the immediate family knew before the internet knew. :)
I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
- Location:Bull City
- Mood:
eleventybillion happy - Music:Del Amitri - Tell Her This
A Marriage Manifesto... Of Sorts
By Tom Ackerman
November 17, 2008
I no longer recognize marriage. It’s a new thing I’m trying.
Turns out it’s fun.
Yesterday I called a woman’s spouse her boyfriend.
She says, correcting me, “He’s my husband,”
“Oh,” I say, “I no longer recognize marriage.”
The impact is obvious. I tried it on a man who has been in a relationship for years,
“How’s your longtime companion, Jill?”
“She’s my wife!”
“Yeah, well, my beliefs don’t recognize marriage.”
Fun. And instant, eyebrow-raising recognition. Suddenly the majority gets to feel what the minority feels. In a moment they feel what it’s like to have their relationship downgraded, and to have a much taken-for-granted right called into question because of another’s beliefs.
Just replace the words husband, wife, spouse, or fiancé with boyfriend, girlfriend, special friend, or longtime companion. There is a reason we needed stronger words for more serious relationships. We know it; now they can see it.
A marriage is a lot of things. Culturally, it’s a declaration to the community that two people are now a unit, and that unity should be respected. Legally, it’s a set of rights and responsibilities. And spiritually, it’s whatever your beliefs think it is.
That’s what’s so great about America. As a constitutionally secular nation, or at least in reality a vaguely pluralistic nation, we can all have our own spiritual take on what marriage is. What’s troublesome is when one group’s spiritual beliefs deny the cultural and legal rights of another.
But, back to the point. They say their beliefs don’t recognize my marriage, I say my beliefs don’t recognize theirs. Simple. It may seem petty, and obviously the legal part of the cultural/legal/spiritual trilogy is flip-floppy, but it may be the cultural part that really matters.
People get married to be recognized as a permanent couple. To be acknowledged by friends, family, and strangers as being off the market, in a relationship, totally hooked up, yikes… it’s impossible to say without saying ‘married.’ We wear rings to declare this!
So, we can take this away. We can refuse to recognize marriage in the cultural sense. It is totally within our rights, as Americans, to follow our beliefs and recognize or not recognize what we like.
I guess this is a call out to all Americans with beliefs similar to mine.
If you believe that all people should have equal rights, and if you believe that marriage is one of the greatest destinations of a relationship, then perhaps you believe that nobody should have marriage, until everybody does.
That’s what I believe.
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- Location:Bull City
- Music:Athlete - Modern Mafia
i voted and jake is here and it takes me 90 minutes to get to my parents' house and back now and i am tireddddddddddddd
oh also i wrote in my dad. so if you live in chatham county, and for any reason you don't care who wins that position, and you know my last name, for the soil & water conservation position (the last position on the ballot), write in "M. Travis [my last name]"
if he gets more than one vote he gets in the paper, and i think that would be hilarious.
oh also i wrote in my dad. so if you live in chatham county, and for any reason you don't care who wins that position, and you know my last name, for the soil & water conservation position (the last position on the ballot), write in "M. Travis [my last name]"
if he gets more than one vote he gets in the paper, and i think that would be hilarious.
- Location:Bull City
- Mood:
drained
I have found the best human being, living or dead, on the face of the planet. Anyone looking to argue with me is looking to throw down.
This includes Helen Keller.
also my bottom left jaw had an abortion this morning. my doctor told me it is not a dry socket but i think he was on a golf course.
This includes Helen Keller.
also my bottom left jaw had an abortion this morning. my doctor told me it is not a dry socket but i think he was on a golf course.
- Location:Bull City
- Mood:
percocet
edward mclaurin is fucking awesome and i'm so fucking glad he's in my life.
- Location:Bull City
- Mood:
content
DNC:
I AM TRYING TO STUDY
YOU ARE MAKING ME CRY
I do not know *why* I'm crying... something about being hopeful or happy or a witness to history or something?
But srs. CNN, if you don't mind, go ahead and run a marquee of Latin nouns declined in the first and second.
I AM TRYING TO STUDY
YOU ARE MAKING ME CRY
I do not know *why* I'm crying... something about being hopeful or happy or a witness to history or something?
But srs. CNN, if you don't mind, go ahead and run a marquee of Latin nouns declined in the first and second.
- Location:Bull City
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:DNCtron
i need to buy textbooks, i need to clear up this stupid issue with the damn rent check, i need to figure out how the hell to sleep.
on the PLUS side:
- Mark made me sushi
- Mark brought me flowers
- Mark brought me chocolate
- I found the best... thing... ever. I don't know how, but I have him, and that's it.
- In addition, I GOT THE BEST CARD EVER. Megan Derocher, I LOVE YOU, HOLY SHIT. Card is on the mantle, and it is the funniest thing the postal service ever brought me. <33333333
and, let's see...
they played that commercial again that makes me laugh like a retard.
bugh sleep.
on the PLUS side:
- Mark made me sushi
- Mark brought me flowers
- Mark brought me chocolate
- I found the best... thing... ever. I don't know how, but I have him, and that's it.
- In addition, I GOT THE BEST CARD EVER. Megan Derocher, I LOVE YOU, HOLY SHIT. Card is on the mantle, and it is the funniest thing the postal service ever brought me. <33333333
and, let's see...
they played that commercial again that makes me laugh like a retard.
bugh sleep.
- Location:Bull City
i also apparently suck at coping and communicating with those who love me.
i'm sorry.
i'm sorry.
Soooooo, since I was birthed at 1:11 in the afternoon, I'm officially 21 full years old (incl. leap years).
Plans to be at the station with Mark fell through, so I decided to come to my parents' house so I wouldn't be alone. Except I forgot it was a Tuesday and that they were at work. The dog's not even here. So that's kind of lame. But at 1:11 I was looking at the polaroid from last night, so that made me feel better.
Thanks to everyone that came out last night. I feel so loved, and you guys are incredible. :)
(also, apologies that I ended up passing out, but it was totally my birthday)
Plans to be at the station with Mark fell through, so I decided to come to my parents' house so I wouldn't be alone. Except I forgot it was a Tuesday and that they were at work. The dog's not even here. So that's kind of lame. But at 1:11 I was looking at the polaroid from last night, so that made me feel better.
Thanks to everyone that came out last night. I feel so loved, and you guys are incredible. :)
(also, apologies that I ended up passing out, but it was totally my birthday)