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| Well, Hilary has reminded me that I have a blog somewhere on the internet. After many hours of searching, I finally found it.
I also have a great new resource: Hilary's new Shorter Oxford English Dictionary. By the way, you can check out her blog, which she updates quite regularly.
And, the newest word of the day, with thanks to Dr. Derek Thomas and influenza
Lurgy (Ler-gi)
A (non-existent) highly infectious disease frequently referred to in the radio comedy series the Goon Show; an unspecified minor illness. Chiefly in THE DREADED LURGY.
I will use it in a sentence:
"Stay away from Trey. He has the dreaded lurgy."
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| As I so briefly mentioned in my last post, I am now engaged.
There may be some of you who are thinking, "I didn't even know you were seeing someone!" This is understandable since I rarely publish details about my life on this blog. While some people write in journals, and while even more seem to enjoy writing their journals where everyone can see them, I have never been either. If i need to talk about my life, I like to talk to a real, live person.
But for those of you who are only now hearing of this new joy in my life and are interested to find out more...
I've known of Hilary for about 4 years or more now. It wasn't until the spring of 2006 that we started seeing more of one another. This past school year we found ourselves in each others company a lot at Merilee Olps "Peachtree House." I noticed that she was cute and funny and appreciated a pushed envelope. There were several times over that summer and fall that I tried to talk to her and find our more of what she is like. Each time I was thwarted by some other male predator who was getting her number. Fortunately, none of them managed to woo her.
It was around February of this year that I began thinking about asking Hilary out seriously. Facebook was a great catalyst for me, since I found myself flirting with her constantly. At the same time she was developing a major crush on me as well. Roy and Emily—two of our bestest friends—found out about our mutual interest and almost succeeded in setting us up on a double-date on my birthday. I knew it was coming. I wasn't quite ready for a full-blown double date, so I invited my brother and best friend, Phil, to come to the movie (Pan's Labyrinth) with us. It was my birthday, after all.
To cut a long story short, we hit it off and started seeing each other. Our relationship took a break-neck pace. We were perfect for each other. Anything you can think of that makes me Trey, she can and does appreciate. She is just as wacky as I am, and yet also admirably intelligent. We both enjoy a good read (such as Harry Potter, Narnia, or Calvin & Hobbes). And we both like to throw frisbee—among many other things. We were madly in love.
However, when Finals came around and we had been dating almost two months, my mind went into decision-mode accompanied by its friends analytical-mode, purge-mode, and last of all, panic-mode. Hilary and I "took some time off" (Our relationship to this day defies conventional nomenclature: aside from being "engaged" and "married"). I needed to process our relationship, my feelings, and whether I really wanted to spend the rest of my life with this person. I was in emotional turmoil and psychological confusion, and I successfully replicated this status on Hilary. I realized that I needed and enjoyed Hilary's friendship. There was no reason besides my confusion not to get back together with her. It was painful when she ignored me. And I got excited when I thought about "dating" her again. (I think she finally believes that I meant it when I said "I hope to get back together with you.")
Meanwhile, Hilary realized that she couldn't think of the rest of her life without me. She needed me there. She knew she wanted to marry me. It tore me apart when she said she probably wouldn't come back to Jackson after she went to Stanford in July (this was in may) because she didn't think she could be in Jackson and not be with me. After four weeks of confusion, I decided I wanted to be with her too, though not acutally cogently, and after several attempts to get back together, which each ended with me excited because I thought we were back together and Hilary sad because she thought we were only going to be friends, we successfully communicated that we wanted to get back together.
It wasn't long after that we started talking about marriage. By early June, we were talking about possible dates (after meeting her parents for the first time). The only thing that was keeping me was the problem of not having or being able to afford a ring. Unconventional Hilary worked at convincing me that she didn't need a ring before I proposed for two weeks or so. Her argument finally won the day the weekend we went to my parents house to meet my grandmother, Father's day, Grace's birthday, and to check out the family jewels (I mean the one's left to us by past generations). After a week of saying, "we really should get married," My inhibitions finally caved on the way back from my parents house, in the car, as I was driving. It was then that I asked the woman of my dreams, "Hilary Smith, will you marry me." She beamed after I asked her. If I was going for the element of surprise, I had it. Unpredictable, that's me.
So now she is back from California, and my life is filled with joy and happiness, even as I try and console her through the process of planning a wedding with the oversight of several female relatives telling her how things are supposed to be. I love being here for her when she needs me. We started marriage counseling today, which will be awesome. I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY want to spend the rest of my life with her. The most exciting part about being engaged is that I know that in two months (we'll be married Oct. 5; mark your calendars) I'll never have to take her home again. She'll be home with me. Thinking of being able to spend the night with her and snuggling alone and waking up with her there is ten times as exciting as the thought of being able to have sex with her. Hilary is my best friend. we are completely comfortable in each other's company, so much so that we feel more ourselves when the other is around.
The most amazing thing about being engaged to Hilary is that it feels normal. It feels natural, as the only thing we could do is get married. We are perfect for one another, even though neither of us are perfect. She complements me in ways I can hardly comprehend.
Word of the day
Ecstatic (ekk-STA-tick) adj
1. feeling or expressing overwhelming happiness or joyful excitement
2. involving an experience of mystic self-transcendence
I will use it in a sentence:
"Being with Hilary makes me ecstatic." | | |
| According to Medieval medical theory, human personality, health, and behavior relied on a balance of the four humours in the body. These were blood, phlegm, yellow bile, and black bile. This is the history of today's words of the day.
Sanguine (SANE-gwen) adj
1. bloodred
2. a) consisting of or related to blood; b) bloodthirsty, sanguinary; c) of the complexion: RUDDY
3. having blood as the predominating bodily humor; also: having the bodily conformation and temperament held characteristic of such predominance and marked by sturdiness, high color, and cheerfulness
4. confident, optimistic
Phlegmatic (fleg-MA-tick) adj
1. resembling, consisting of, or producing the humour phlegm
2. having or showing a slow and stolid temperament.
Choleric (KHO-ler-ik; kho-LER-ik) adj
1. easily moved to often unreasonable or excessive anger; hot-tempered
2. angry; irate
Melancholic (Meh-lan-KHO-lik) adj
1. of, relating to, or subject to melancholy: Depressed
2. of or relating to melancholia
3. tending to depress the spirits: saddening
Make up your own sentences!!! YAY!
Oh, in other news, I'm engaged. | | |
| Disingenuous (Diss-in-JENN-you-us) adj.
1. lacking in candor; giving a false appearance of simple frankness.
2. not candid or sincere, typically by pretending that one knows less about something than one really does.
I will use it in a sentence:
"I asked what movie Tammy wanted to see, but her answer seemed disingenuous." | | |
| Ingenuous (in-JENN-you-us) adj.
1. a) showing innocent or childlike simplicity and candidness; b) lacking craft or subtlety
2. Archaic: Noble, Honorable
I will use it in a sentence:
"Hilary, you have a wonderfully ingenuous spirit."
NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH
Ingenious (in-GENE-yus) adj.
1. Obsolete: showing or calling for intelligence, aptitude, or discernment
2. marked by especial aptitude at discovering, inventing, or contriving
3. marked by originality, resourcefulness, and cleverness in conception or execution
I will use it too in a sentence:
"Hilary, you have a wonderfully ingenious spirit." | | |
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