Where to Start

Please tell me what you do, when you are in love, but don't want to get stuck in this place? You want to live where the trees are tall, the people are frequent, and life is occurring. Not the slow desert filled with old fashion people with their old fashion ways and old fashion thoughts and close minded views. I don't want to live here, but I don't want to leave Steve. I don't want to fall into that stereotype either. The girl who stopped everything for a guy. Why can't I have my cake and eat it too?! Of course, I can ask Steve to move with me, in which I have, but circumstances are making things hard right now. We have to wait. I suppose I can do that, but that's often what everyone in this town does. They wait for their way out and never find it. Will I be one of those people?
Am I that stupid girl that chose the boy over my life? Is it so stupid to make that boy your life? What everyone searches for in life is that perfect someone and yet I've found mine. Is it jealousy when you hear people say things like, "How stupid, she fell for a boy", "Her dreams wasted, all over a boy"? They just haven't found love. They don't know what it's like. I hardly know what it's like! I'm learning more and more about it every day. I'm loving every moment of it. I've never felt this involved with someone and still happy to see them every day. I tire of people quickly. I can only handle so much of one person, but with Steve, I can't wait for him to come home. I text him begging he text me back on his free time at work. I text him when I'm on break at work. Every moment in which I'm not involved in doing something, I wish to hear from or see Steve. I feel like an obsessive creep. If Steve didn't live me back, my actions would be restraining order worthy. ... ... ... Dammit Sandra Bullock. It's all about Steve. WHY IS THE NAME STEVE SO RELEVANT TO MY LIFE?! Even writing this, I really want to hit the backspace button so I don't sound like such a obsessive weirdo. I also hate coming back to these kind of posts years from now to read how stupid I must have sounded. I hate when I judge myself.
I'm not deleting this though. This is the writing process. This is the diary process. To look back and see yourself from another time. To allow yourself to feel what you once did no matter how stupid it was.

I just got off the phone with Steve. We've been trying to get a pet together. He wants to get a turtle. I want something fluffy. I really want a kitten. Kittens are dicks unless you raise them AWESOME. Toki was awesome, until he ran away, and Captain IS awesome. I want to name it Galileo Galilei. I notice I've been posting a lot of cat related things such as:




























and here's some gifs I've made recently:

 
So, I'm pretty sure I want a cat.
The only problem is, I have to convince my roommates and Steve. He never seems too excited about the idea when I mention getting a cat. I'm all like:


PLEEEEEEASE
and he kind of acts like:

And I'm like, "Okay I understand."
But really I'm like:

But, as I said, I just got off the phone with Steve. He says it's possible. He says we'd have to talk to Dan first and he gets to name it. BUT I WANT IT TO BE NAMED GALILEO GALILEI DAMMIT!
But I suppose this will take some time to talk it over and such and prepare for a kitty.
Oh, how this blog post has turned... all serious to me whining over getting a cat. This reminds me of that two hour fight I had with my dad when I was seven to get a kitten.
I never did get that cat.