I'm falling behind.

Since college started, I really haven't had the time to type a blog entry, but, now, after about ten hours of work, I'm ready to type. I've been writing in a journal since November-ish, and it's quite soothing, but anyhoo.

I just finished my first semester of college. During that time, I have experienced the following:
-Midterms
-Finals
-Research project
-Boring lectures
-Intriguing lectures
-Essays. Hard essays.
-Arrogant professors.
-Waaaaay awesome professors.
-Drama
-A new church. <3
-New friends! <3
-Independence, and (most importantly)
-Love.

Yes. You read that last word correctly. I experienced love. Not God's love, not my family's love. Love from a young man six months older than me. Not the love that comes from a really good friend, or love from one that is like a sibling. LOVE love. Like the love from romantic comedies. Love like that warm, fuzzy feeling you get when that person smiles at you. THAT love. The IN love love. It's sooooo amazing...

And really freakin' scary.

All I think about is how hurt, how miserable I would be if my relationship with this man ever ends. We've talked about getting married, having kids, our careers, our hopes and dreams, everything. The sad part is: We've only been together for three months. Three amazing months. Mom loves him. Kelli loves him (weeeiiirrd). Mason loves him too. I'm not sure about Gordon--he's not so talkative when it comes to guys. But whatever. This boy is so awesome. He makes me smile, he freakin' spoils me like none other (I've gotten four bouquets of flowers in the past three months), he talks to me when no one else will. He is my everything now. We've become so close so quickly; it's surreal. I know I'm stupid for calling this love, but I know it is. You can't judge how fast or how slow you can or cannot fall in love. That is God's decision. I think this is God's decision for me to be with this boy. I met him while caving (i.e. going to caves in Palo Duro Canyon and exploring) with a small group from the Wesley Foundation (the student ministry/church I'm involved in), and since then, we've talked and talked and talked, and I KNOW he's my soulmate. I know it. I'll risk my life for him.

I have money on the fact that you would like to know who this is: Corey Evan Wood. Born March, 17, 1991 (yes, St. Patty's Day). Hazel eyes (though he says brown). "Auburn" hair. 5'7" ish. Most beautiful smile I've ever seen... He is mine all mine. ;D

Anywayyyz. I'm getting tired. I got to work today at 7:30 in the morning, got off at three, went back at five, got off again at eight. I'm gonna take a nap/fall asleep for the night.
This is probably my shortest entry to date, but I don't care. Maybe I'll expand at a later time.

Until then,
Ashlie