waiting

Hello once again. My internet is not working [a situation that has become the norm; I’m afraid], so I’m currently transcribing this in a normal word document, which I hate doing.
So, tomorrow, the love of my life and I will be reunited. I imagine that it will be amazing, as usual, since he never is anything less. I honestly wish that Verizon died because then I would be able to talk to him without dropped calls, rushed words, and stressful evenings. I’m a high school student; I don’t need any additional stress.
I’m starting to wonder why I even bothered to get a blog in the first place. You see, my original idea was to talk about relevant topics in politics and international affairs; the economy and the like. But as you can see, that idea quickly went down the drain, simply because I am a writer, and writer’s block and I are very good frenemies. Plus, my personal opinions about other topics oozed into my posts, so I gave up and decided to write up whatever my mind conjures.
Today I don’t want to address anything in particular, so I suppose I’ll just talk and something good will come out of it. So, as I was saying earlier before I was rudely distracted by my psyche: my boyfriend. I don’t really like that word “boyfriend” because it makes things seem so superficial. I’d prefer to call him “my love” or “my angel” or “my soul mate” because it describes my feelings towards him a lot better.
He’s coming down to my house tomorrow. Like the stereotypical girl, my first thought was “What should I wear?” and I fancy his first reaction, like a stereotypical girl, was “What do I wear?”
Then of course I realize he won’t be seen by me until around 5pm because we both have school. Damn governmental institutions!
I see that I’m rambling. Well, farewell blog readers.