Warning, this journal is totally unrelated to art of any kind. there may be a note at the end but otherwise this is just a place to vent where certain others wont see it while i still am able to rant to somebody (besides the poor souls who have already had to hear it... sorry arielle)

ANYWHO... my best friend-boy, the only boy who has ever figured out how to deal with me effectively, the ridiculously and adorably oblivious kid who i have the misfortune to be totally taken with - after knowing each other for nearly 4 years, having a crush on him for 3, and loving him to death (not in love with, mind you, but loving) for the last year or so, after asking him on two casual dates, going on two accidental dates and numerous other multiple hour phone conversations and ridonkulus flirting- the boy FINALLY ASKED ME ON A DATE.

me.
for real.
us.
on a date.
that i didn't have to plan.
or ask him on.

patience is a virtue my friends, and by golly i think i've got it! and the title of this journal says it all... ITS ABOUT BLOODY TIME.

and now, all that's left is for us to grow up a bit, him to fall madly in love with me, get married, BABIES EVERYWHERE!!! (p.s. this video will change your life [link]), get old and crusty together and get electric scooters to power around in!!

ok...so this has been a long time coming, and maybe i'm getting a bit ahead of myself. But seriously. I love this kid sooooo much (again, not IN love with) and it's nice that he's finally pulled his head out long enough to notice.

meh, no art for now. just love love love.
i love him, i love you all, love this world adn life and chocolate ice cream!