and there he goes.

Boyfriend leaves for Costa Rica in 8 days For 4 months. To kill me. 

Or to be a really awesome person and get to study in another country. 

It's all relative. 

One of two things will happen in his absence:

1. I will spend all of my time either on the computer, eating, blogging, stumbling, crying, and thinking about how miserable my life is without him, watching LOST...

OR

2. I won't do all those things nearly as much as I anticipate. And I'll have a super awesome semester.

The question is... what does it say if I have the best semester ever? ... No pun intended.

With that open-ended question hanging in the air, it's apparent to me that I'm slightly a tad bit obligated to be slightly depressive frequently throughout the semester. 

Fear not, my friends. My thoughts on self-inflicted-circumstantial depression are as follows: 

DUMB.

After freeing myself of Resident Assistance duties at the end of last semester, I plan on having a wonderful time with my free-ness. And so now, FINALLY, begins the list of things to do, accomplish, or attempt whilst the love of my life is out of the country. Any and all assistance in succeeding in these things would be quite a delight.

1. Learn to knit.

2. Minimize my gourmet coffee intake to 1 latte a week. (Local coffee shops, I apologize if I single-handedly put you out of business) 

3. Scrapbook. 

4. Get all A's. 

5. Read Descartes' Meditations and Other Metaphysical Writings.

6. Write a song.

7. Watch the Hawaiian sunrise on Haleakala in Maui, take a picture, and paint that picture. 

8. Master the art of cooking pasta.

9. Listen to some major Lila Downs and Mumford&Sons. 

10. Find my long, lost camera.

Well, I'll leave it at an even 10, and add as the semester goes.

The main goal is really this:

Breathe in and out every moment of this semester, find joy in the little, insignificant happenings that I experience every day, and gain a deeper and more whole appreciation for my wunnerful, handsome, intelligent, savvy, hilarious, good, kind, and sweet Boyfriend. And pray he comes back to me in one piece, remembering how to communicate with me in English. 

I find great excitement that Boyfriend will come back with crazy awesome stories. And when he asks me how my semester was, I refuse to reply with any sort of mediocre, half-hearted, or uncertain answer. Mark my words... I'll have crazy awesome stories to share as well. 

I can't wait for you to return 107 days after you leave.

As e.e. would say, "I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)." 

I love you, my sweet.