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2005-01-23 09:51:38 ET Well, today was an interesting day indeed... Didnt go to bed until 8:30am -- I woke up at 12:30. Cooked Oğuz breakfast, he complained of it being over cooked and full of eggshells (overcooked, yes but eggshells??...). Later, we went outside out of the dungeon (our ground floor shitty window apartment) to find about 5 inches of snow or so -- a snowball fight developed. We went inside, I was still angry about why I was up so late the night before (ie lover quarrel #1536 - "ewww my girlfriend just farted" "sorry, I have PMS"), and Oğuz wanted to know what was wrong, so you know, I told him -- I feel unappricated and unloved after the things I do that I really dont have to do for him. He apologizes, I cry, he wants to take me to the movies and dinner. I agree. 30 minutes later, we go to a café -- tavuk döner was eaten. Guys were looking at me, but I didnt realize it. We left to go to the movie nextdoor, Oğuz is angry wont tell me why. A scene develops, we finally go to the movie theater, sit down to see a Turkish comedy (it was really good). AFter the previews I took his hand, and just prayed to God that this wouldnt be like the last argument we had ("well you should just go back to America then"). He squeezes my hand tightly and whispers "Im sorry", I start to cry. Luckily enough for me, it was dark, there were lots of families with small children mumbling, and I had on waterproof mascara. We started home -- everything had frozen over like ice (the people bridges, sidewalks, roads). We chatted about the movie, all seemed fine. I said... B: Oğuz O: hmmm? B: why do you get so angry at me? On and on -- it was a big misunderstanding it ends up. I originally sat myself across from and in eye view with 2 perverted guys -- that was not my intention and I had no idea, I just wanted to sit next to O. Upon getting the food I knew something was wrong, he wouldnt tell me (men), etc, etc. And yeah, we worked out every detail and now things are fine AND I AM HAPPY! So yeah, just got an email from my mom and Gramma. Gonna start writing back (my emails are never just emails -- theyre usually at least 2 pages long). And yep. Gonna attempt hot chocolate I think -- wait, nevermind. No cocoa. Tumblefucker. Looks like tea... again. Maybe I have some little lemon cookies at home to go with them? That would be nice... hmmmm İyi geceler (goodnight), its 10:00pm here <3 |
