Oh, the not really irony

Just when I started to feel like a grown up while grilling up some bratwurst for Sean and some Boca dogs for myself, I realized that Sean had plopped himself on the couch and was playing Super Mario Brothers. Not that I don't love the dulcet sounds of the Nintendo, but I did find it vaguely humorous that I was the barefoot girl in the kitchen to his video-game playing guy. He did appear to enjoy the bratwurst though as I found him passed out face first on my bed after eating dinner. I figured either he loved the food or I had killed him. Upon climbing into bed, I discovered it was the former.

The catch now is that I am waiting for him to call me, or im me, or text me because we are in the midst of an imbalance of free time. I have all the free time, he has none. This makes me want to contact him all the time because I can and I have the feeling that this is slightly irritating (ie obnoxious and stupid). Therefore, I am using my not so abundant patience to sit it out and let him call me even though I am DYING to know if he's coming over so I can figure out what to cook next. In the meantime, an ex I don't even like has imed me to tell me that he's hanging out with a girl I don't much like either.

He imed me, meaning I win at life.

When did I turn into such a girl? Vacation from school does strange things to my brain.