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I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Quality Time

<th colspan="2">My Detailed Results:</th>
Quality Time: 10
Words of Affirmation: 8
Physical Touch: 8
Receiving Gifts: 2
Acts of Service: 2

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Uh-oh. This does not bode well for a girl who has a touring musician for a boyfriend!

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Where have I been? Yes, I'm still alive...!

bubbles_vacati0nfromreal
Here I am, back in my old college-era stomping grounds after living around the world and having had a year-long detour stint in Duluth.

I moved here mainly to be with my Handsome A. and closer to a couple great friends and for the most part, everything is going wonderfully.

I'm missing A. terribly. He's on tour for five weeks with former New Kid on the Block, Joey McIntyre. I never thought I'd see the day as a New Kids-crazed tween. He's been wonderful while on tour, calling and texting me several times every day, telling me how much he loves and misses me. We're incrediby blessed to have each other. And still - It's very hard. I'm counting down the days and hoping he can fly back for a week when he has a break between the last two shows of the tour. Perhaps I'll join him for the last two shows in Madison, WI and Chicago, IL. How wonderful would that be?

Haven't been on LJ much, lately - I hope no one has taken offense. I seem to be much more into my life and less interested in writing about it...

I am enjoying going to Yoga with S., but again, strange things are happening to me as a result. Fortunately, I know that I am not the only one who has experienced weird, ESP-like pheonmena as a result of Yoga. I don't understand why some people never experience these things, doing Yoga regularly and I experience them only having practiced sporadically, once a week at very most.

It makes me wary to continue practicing. I don't like the sensations it has caused both A. and I to have. The second time I did just a few exercises, I felt an electrical current at the crown of my head. I was frightened and quit practicing for over a month. Yesterday, I woke, semi-conscious, from a mid-afternoon nap with obvious channeling/electrical sensations running from the top of my head and emanating out the rest of my body. :/

It's very strange with Yoga, these days... As I once heard someone say, it's almost like McYoga now, with PowerYoga and other such things that leave practitioners completely disconnected from it's 3,000 (?) yr. old spiritual heritage. I can't help but have mixed feelings about it, considering last summer's harrowing experience and with Christianity's disapproving stance about it...

Dec. 8th, 2005

bubbles_vacati0nfromreal
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer. But suffering make one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
-Woody Allen


Ohhhhhkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaay. Joachim is being very lovey dovey, wants a romantic relationship. I know he's been in love with me for seven years... He would probably be good for me? So, why can't I just feel the same?

For some reason, I kept having brief flashing images of driving in a convertible along the coast (L.A.? South Africa?) with I. at the wheel. A brief moment of happiness. Where did it come from? Sometimes, my heart believes that he will sort through his issues, come find me, and whisk me away to his place in South Africa that he has spoken of...

*sigh*

I keep having chest pains on and off. Maybe I'll die of heart failure. Have I lived enough yet? Am I ready?