[[ .The.Ghoul.Syndrome. ]]: Thursday, December 21st, 2017 at 3:53am EST

I messaged my boyfriend at 11:25pm. I was just asking if I did something wrong, since I hadn't heard from him. He finally messaged me back at 12:50am, HOURS after he was supposed to. His flight landed at 9:57pm. Nearly 3-hours of waiting for him to talk to me. It sucked. He told me that he was using his phone to watch movies and listen to music, and that his phone battery died. He said that he even had to use an airport pay phone, just to let his grandparents know where he was going to be at. And after they left the airport, they were stuck in bad traffic. I guess the airport was under some pretty heavy construction. Plus, they did stop to get Steven some fast food. He told me he loved me, that I didn't do anything wrong, and that he'd go on video call with me soon. You'd think I'd feel better, finally hearing from him. But I actually felt pretty bad, because I WAS overreacting.

The video call was short. He was exhausted. I'm STILL exhausted, from being up way too long. So after an hour of talking, he finally decided to get some sleep. I should get my sleep soon, too. I'm DYING.

At some point, he wants to ask his grandparents if it's okay for me to stay with them. The only trouble is... The cheapest airplane ticket would require me to stay from January 31st until May 30th, and I'm not quite sure they'd be okay with me staying for 4-months. But if they are, then that would work out perfectly. The only downside is... My birth control shot will be messed up. That's a long story, though. But if he does start working, that means I'll be bored ALL DAY. His younger brother works, so I can't bug him. His grandparents usually do important things, so I can't bug them. He said I could watch movies or play games, but... I don't know.

And I twisted my ankle off the driveway, the night he arrived. My ankle is STILL jacked up. If I walk too much or cross my legs for too long, my ankle starts to hurt. Even after all this time. I never gave my ankle any time to heal, so it's still very tender and sore. So I can't walk very far. And it sucks. Because if his grandparents do let me stay with them, I won't be able to really enjoy anything. Everything requires walking. And I can barely walk.

Ughhh...

Since Steven had to go home for Christmas, my family celebrated HIS Christmas on the 16th. Which was the day before my 27th birthday. We all got him Christmas gifts. He got a facial trimmer set, 6-months of Xbox Live, 8 video games, a trench coat, a brown leather wallet, a 3.3 oz. bottle of COACH cologne (Which I got for him BEFORE he came.), clothes, and personal hygiene products. He said he felt REALLY bad about all the gifts, because he only gets FOUR presents from his own family.

On December 9th, we celebrated my birthday. We went out to "Harold Seltzer's Steakhouse", with my parents and niece. And on December 17th (My actual birthday.), Steven and I went out to Applebee's. Just the two of us. My boyfriend bought me a teddy bear, two heart necklaces, and a heart ring. And when we got back home, from the airport, I had ANOTHER present from Steven. He bought me a Tatty Teddy. You know... The gray teddy bear with patches and a blue nose? The ones I collect? It was holding a puzzle piece that said, "Girlfriend, you complete me". It melted my heart.

So now for some super cute photos...