So I'm back at the airport with finally time to breathe and update my bloggy wog.
This week has been one giant blur and I have lost my sense of time completely.
Mom hasn't really improved in the week that I have spent with her.
She is getting a hole in her throat today so she can start breathing on her own (cross your fingers... better yet, PRAY HARD!)
The hardest part is how sad she is.
Her eyes have been lifeless... when I look into them, it feels like you
are looking at a lifeless person.
Up until yesterday that is. Now her eyes are full of complete sadness.
She just lays there.. not wanting to move or even breathe.
She cannot speak but she can move her mouth and yetsterday we could
barely make it out but we think she was asking us to let her go.
She has wanted to die for some time now, living with a chronic illness for 17 years.
My dad and I discussed what we should do...
Should we grant her wish and let her go and be freed from pain?
She has a living will that we have already semi-violated by putting
her on the ventilators and everything...
But she isn't terminal, not just yet.
If she quits the fight though, she will be and her body will quit on her.
The stroke really did a number on her too...
It was a major stroke but the damage is good in comparison to the
level of the stroke that it was.
There are so many little and big things happening like her pnumonia (sp)
and her hole in her heart (which will require surgery) and the embelisim
in her lungs... the list goes on.
The positive to this giant negative is that Eric and Dad and I have gotten
really closed. We cling to eachother like something sticky and it feels
really great to have their love surrounding me.
Michael hasn't been there as much and only came to see mom twice
that I know of... He just retreats to his own world but it makes it
harder on us and harder on mom.
I could go on for days about her... but there are a lot of people praying,
or so they claim to be. My mom has lost hope but we haven't ad thats what
love is for
Dashboard
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Is it possible that today could be one of the shittest days I've had yet?
Pretty damn close.
So its starts out with me waking up feeling so nervous about seeing William
that I could almost throw up all over myself. So I did all I could to keep
myself busy and then he arrived. I open the door and he barely even smiles at
me. I gave him a big hug and he hugged me back but there was a tension there.
We made small talk but he was definatly not his normal self. I tried so hard
to act normal but something about him was off and Im sure he could tell
I was uncomfortable too.
So we get into the car and we're driving along and I can't remember how
exactly it got brought up but he said that he thought I was mad at him.
I asked him how come and he said from the email I sent him. I explained
to him that I paniced because I havent heard from him in a week and then
when I saw the picture of him and that girl I just paniced.
He jumped the gun and with a touch of anger in his voice (he NEVER ever sounds mad)
he said "A week to me is like 10 mins to someone else."
I can't remember all that was said.. but I stook my ground.
I apologized for jumping the gun and not having more patience but
I stood by how I felt and I am so proud of myself for that because
I never do that when it comes to situations like this.
The entire ride I could tell he was hostile towards me but he would never
admit it. He said "I never get mad." As he always says.
Fuckin jackass.
I asked him if he lost feelings for me and he said no.
He said "I have never really been in this position with a girl before."
And I asked how so and he said
"Well there was always sex involve which made things so much more complicated."
and I said... "Well good thing we didn't have sex then."
he said " VERY good thing." with a little too much enthusiasm.
then I said ...."So you and I didn't have sex and now you can break away free and not be held down. You don't have to be attatched to me."
and he said "Exactly." and it was the way he said exactly that just
made me want to crawl into a hole and never ever ever come out.
He doesn't want anything to do wtih me anymore and there is nothing
I can do to change it.
I don't remember what we started talkin about but he was starting
to get angry and being very vague and rude on purpose.
So I said "forget it I am done talking."
So I looked out the window and put my hood up and sat in silence.
We sat in silence and then he said "So are you beating them off with a bat?"
And I said "What?"
He said "The guys."
me "Not really."
And then I told him some funny stories about this weekend.
I told him that I hoped that he didn't have any negative feelings
towards me and that we could still be friends.
And that was basically it. He hugged me really tightley as we were
leaving and said "I will see you when you get back."
And I didnt say anything for a little bit and I said "I'm sure you will."
But it was very obvious that I was hurt and he knew it.
I let go of him, grabbed my bag and walked away.
So maybe he isn't a good of a guy as he was in the beginning.
Or maybe he is... but regardless, he isn't that man anymore
and there is nothing I can do but look forward and pray to forget
all about him.
Because this knife in my heart is not becoming me.
As we sat there and I looked at him, I felt the distance.
And it was wider and farther than the ocean.
So here I go, moving on.
Always pushing forward - always enduring.
Never ever ever quitting.
But its all I can do to just try not to curl up in a ball
in this airport chair and cry til tomorrow.
What a day.
Not to mention I had to go through the security checkin
3 muther fucking times becore I got to my damn gate.
And I feel natious and I am hot and sweaty from being so
nervous.
I feel ugly and stressed and worthless.
And I get to go home to hold my moms hand and hope that she
can pull through.
I just don't want to do this anymore.
But I will persevere.
Pretty damn close.
So its starts out with me waking up feeling so nervous about seeing William
that I could almost throw up all over myself. So I did all I could to keep
myself busy and then he arrived. I open the door and he barely even smiles at
me. I gave him a big hug and he hugged me back but there was a tension there.
We made small talk but he was definatly not his normal self. I tried so hard
to act normal but something about him was off and Im sure he could tell
I was uncomfortable too.
So we get into the car and we're driving along and I can't remember how
exactly it got brought up but he said that he thought I was mad at him.
I asked him how come and he said from the email I sent him. I explained
to him that I paniced because I havent heard from him in a week and then
when I saw the picture of him and that girl I just paniced.
He jumped the gun and with a touch of anger in his voice (he NEVER ever sounds mad)
he said "A week to me is like 10 mins to someone else."
I can't remember all that was said.. but I stook my ground.
I apologized for jumping the gun and not having more patience but
I stood by how I felt and I am so proud of myself for that because
I never do that when it comes to situations like this.
The entire ride I could tell he was hostile towards me but he would never
admit it. He said "I never get mad." As he always says.
Fuckin jackass.
I asked him if he lost feelings for me and he said no.
He said "I have never really been in this position with a girl before."
And I asked how so and he said
"Well there was always sex involve which made things so much more complicated."
and I said... "Well good thing we didn't have sex then."
he said " VERY good thing." with a little too much enthusiasm.
then I said ...."So you and I didn't have sex and now you can break away free and not be held down. You don't have to be attatched to me."
and he said "Exactly." and it was the way he said exactly that just
made me want to crawl into a hole and never ever ever come out.
He doesn't want anything to do wtih me anymore and there is nothing
I can do to change it.
I don't remember what we started talkin about but he was starting
to get angry and being very vague and rude on purpose.
So I said "forget it I am done talking."
So I looked out the window and put my hood up and sat in silence.
We sat in silence and then he said "So are you beating them off with a bat?"
And I said "What?"
He said "The guys."
me "Not really."
And then I told him some funny stories about this weekend.
I told him that I hoped that he didn't have any negative feelings
towards me and that we could still be friends.
And that was basically it. He hugged me really tightley as we were
leaving and said "I will see you when you get back."
And I didnt say anything for a little bit and I said "I'm sure you will."
But it was very obvious that I was hurt and he knew it.
I let go of him, grabbed my bag and walked away.
So maybe he isn't a good of a guy as he was in the beginning.
Or maybe he is... but regardless, he isn't that man anymore
and there is nothing I can do but look forward and pray to forget
all about him.
Because this knife in my heart is not becoming me.
As we sat there and I looked at him, I felt the distance.
And it was wider and farther than the ocean.
So here I go, moving on.
Always pushing forward - always enduring.
Never ever ever quitting.
But its all I can do to just try not to curl up in a ball
in this airport chair and cry til tomorrow.
What a day.
Not to mention I had to go through the security checkin
3 muther fucking times becore I got to my damn gate.
And I feel natious and I am hot and sweaty from being so
nervous.
I feel ugly and stressed and worthless.
And I get to go home to hold my moms hand and hope that she
can pull through.
I just don't want to do this anymore.
But I will persevere.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Oh. Boy.
This is going to be a long one.
Ok so Eric was in town and we had SO MUCH FUN.
That boy is just so damn funny, I tell you what! I just adore him to death.
We did stuff but we pretty much were glued to the game cube
the entire time. Which consisted of me doing my obnoxious victory dance
because I freakin OWN that game.
Saturday morning rolls around and Eric was acting strange.
He kept poking his head in my door and making Berklee
come jump on me (he has done that since we were little...
when he wanted to wake me up he would make my cats jump
on me or something. He is so silly!)
Finally, I asked him what he needed and he told me that my
parents had gotten in a wreck on the motorcycle.
So he told me all the details and I semi-freaked out.
I wasn't crying but I was really shaken up and worried.
Anyway, come to find that my parents got pretty beat up
and my mom is still in the hospital suffering from a broken
shoulder and ankle. Not to mention that when she first arrived in
the hospital all her machines started beeping and they called a code
blue which apparently means that they are dying.
My dad started crying and he didn't even cry when my brother
Brandon died. So it was a pretty serious deal but I don't have all
the answers yet. She is waiting to have surgery on her shoulder to
put a pin in there. Ouch.
Dad has road rash all down his right side and a seperated
shoulder. But he is so concerned wtih my mom that he has
been spending every waking second with her instead of resting.
So I bought a plane ticket immediatly on Saturday and figured out
with my teachers to miss class and what assignments to make up.
And my flight leaves tomorrow at 11:30 am.
And as if that weren't enough to stress someone the hell out
guess who is taking me to the airport?
First I must tell you how HARD it has been to find the perfect nickname
for him! Literally, Rachel and I discussed it.
Randi and I discussed it...
Here's a bit of what Randi and I came up with....
me: whats a good nickname for william
Randi: poop
me: lol I was thinking more along the lines of Mr. Ruining my life
Randi: mr you suck and i hate you until i see you again and then i want to jump all over you
me: or Mr. I want to have ten thousand of his babies...or Mr. I can't go 2 seconds without thinking of him and it makes me want to drown school teachers
Randi: mr so fucking perfect u should stab ur eyes out so its not so hard to get on that airplane lol
me: i know!!
Randi: you will prob fail if you drown your teachers.... just call him mr pretty pants or something
me: thats true.. maybe i will just slip em a roofie and then draw on their face...and then change my grade
Sooo, we didn't get so far with that. But I decided that his nickname will be based on a behavior basis. You know, kind of like a scoring technique.
Therefore, this week, we dub him... (cue drums) ... Mr. RuiningMyLife.
Not that special, however painfully true.
Maybe a bit dramatic... but whatever, I can't get the damn guy outta my head.
And when he STOPS ruining my life he will get a nicer one :)
Anyhow, Mr. RuiningMyLife is taking me to the airport.
I wrote him as a last resort for a ride.
Well not COMPLETELY last resort...I had other options. But as I started to
think about it I realized that hey, he picks me up, we can talk about shit and
BAM! Closure.
JUST what I need right now, so badly.
So come 9:15 am, I will see the face that normally makes my heart fall out my
ass and crawl back in again.
Pretty visual? It's a keeper, take it home with you.
I'm not totally sure if he will be excited to see me or if he will act
weird thus making me uncomfortable thus making me put my big
obnoxious "I don't need you" wall up and that would not be a good idea.
So cross your fingers for healthy closure and maybe a hot 10-15
makeout session... clothing optional.
By the way, have I mentioned that I cannot STAND this Jon fellow at work?
Every button I ever had, he just keeps on pushin!
Makes me want to start punching school teachers.
Preferably the math teachers.
This is going to be a long one.
Ok so Eric was in town and we had SO MUCH FUN.
That boy is just so damn funny, I tell you what! I just adore him to death.
We did stuff but we pretty much were glued to the game cube
the entire time. Which consisted of me doing my obnoxious victory dance
because I freakin OWN that game.
Saturday morning rolls around and Eric was acting strange.
He kept poking his head in my door and making Berklee
come jump on me (he has done that since we were little...
when he wanted to wake me up he would make my cats jump
on me or something. He is so silly!)
Finally, I asked him what he needed and he told me that my
parents had gotten in a wreck on the motorcycle.
So he told me all the details and I semi-freaked out.
I wasn't crying but I was really shaken up and worried.
Anyway, come to find that my parents got pretty beat up
and my mom is still in the hospital suffering from a broken
shoulder and ankle. Not to mention that when she first arrived in
the hospital all her machines started beeping and they called a code
blue which apparently means that they are dying.
My dad started crying and he didn't even cry when my brother
Brandon died. So it was a pretty serious deal but I don't have all
the answers yet. She is waiting to have surgery on her shoulder to
put a pin in there. Ouch.
Dad has road rash all down his right side and a seperated
shoulder. But he is so concerned wtih my mom that he has
been spending every waking second with her instead of resting.
So I bought a plane ticket immediatly on Saturday and figured out
with my teachers to miss class and what assignments to make up.
And my flight leaves tomorrow at 11:30 am.
And as if that weren't enough to stress someone the hell out
guess who is taking me to the airport?
First I must tell you how HARD it has been to find the perfect nickname
for him! Literally, Rachel and I discussed it.
Randi and I discussed it...
Here's a bit of what Randi and I came up with....
me: whats a good nickname for william
Randi: poop
me: lol I was thinking more along the lines of Mr. Ruining my life
Randi: mr you suck and i hate you until i see you again and then i want to jump all over you
me: or Mr. I want to have ten thousand of his babies...or Mr. I can't go 2 seconds without thinking of him and it makes me want to drown school teachers
Randi: mr so fucking perfect u should stab ur eyes out so its not so hard to get on that airplane lol
me: i know!!
Randi: you will prob fail if you drown your teachers.... just call him mr pretty pants or something
me: thats true.. maybe i will just slip em a roofie and then draw on their face...and then change my grade
Sooo, we didn't get so far with that. But I decided that his nickname will be based on a behavior basis. You know, kind of like a scoring technique.
Therefore, this week, we dub him... (cue drums) ... Mr. RuiningMyLife.
Not that special, however painfully true.
Maybe a bit dramatic... but whatever, I can't get the damn guy outta my head.
And when he STOPS ruining my life he will get a nicer one :)
Anyhow, Mr. RuiningMyLife is taking me to the airport.
I wrote him as a last resort for a ride.
Well not COMPLETELY last resort...I had other options. But as I started to
think about it I realized that hey, he picks me up, we can talk about shit and
BAM! Closure.
JUST what I need right now, so badly.
So come 9:15 am, I will see the face that normally makes my heart fall out my
ass and crawl back in again.
Pretty visual? It's a keeper, take it home with you.
I'm not totally sure if he will be excited to see me or if he will act
weird thus making me uncomfortable thus making me put my big
obnoxious "I don't need you" wall up and that would not be a good idea.
So cross your fingers for healthy closure and maybe a hot 10-15
makeout session... clothing optional.
By the way, have I mentioned that I cannot STAND this Jon fellow at work?
Every button I ever had, he just keeps on pushin!
Makes me want to start punching school teachers.
Preferably the math teachers.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Where'd you go?
I miss you so.
Seems like it's been forever since you've been gone.
Ya, I am totally listening to this song right now.
Why? Cause I am not doing so well with the William detox.
My heart is broken, and I can't hide it anymore.
So there I was, watching Lara Croft Tomb Raider
( My brother is in town.. enough said.)
and out of no where somewhere right after she punches
a shark in the face ( Did I mention it was a gay movie?)
and IN POPS INTO MY HEAD...
"I don't think that you will ever lose me."
William said this to me after he was trying to push me away
the first time. I went to his house, ultimately to say goodbye,
and ended up not saying goodbye at all.
Laying there, I confided in him and in my words I was offering
a piece of my soul... I stepped out of my world that is covered
by a thick blanket of fear and told him that when I thought that I
was going to lose him, I fell to the floor crying.
I couldn't bear the thought.
And I can swear by it when I say that I have never felt
that way before.. such deep devestation at the thought of
someone not being around.
I'm made of stone.. I recover quicker and better than humanly possible.
Until I met you and my whole world is corrupted.
Now the once so gleaming and attractive single life is looking
bleak and uninviting.
A place I don't want to dwell in at all.
So these feelings were deeper than I allowed myself to believe.
His loss right?
Of course it is, and he knows it too.
But it's just as much mine as it is his.
Because my heart is sinking deep into my body.
Hiding behind the wall that I am building back up.
And everyday I spent fighting.
Don't let them win... all these men who take over your world.
They take your heart in their hands and they rip it with their teeth.
And am I still the dream girl?
The girl they all say they want to see forever with.
But who do they really think I am?
When I go to all lengths to show them that I am not perfect.
That I am just a stupid, spoiled girl.
I'ts not my turn to get hurt anymore.
So why am I still running around trying to race ahead of these killers.
Will I ever be able to sit down and breathe?
My prayers consist of begging.
Please God, help me through this pain.
Spare my heart one more gash.
Somedays I feel like my head is spinning like the wind.
I suppose it's my fault for being here.
For never taking care of myself.
For burying my sadness in other's sadness.
All my life I have felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.
And it gets me thinking sometimes that maybe
it's all the best people in the world who are largely burdened.
I want to be one of those girls that people look at
and say... "wow if I could be that way."
The one that inspires people to be a better them.
All the while, you're just trying to be a better you.
But those people are generally surrounded by others
but are still generally very alone.
A lady once told me...
"The magnitude of your character is a large burden to carry."
And I never really understood what she meant until
I started to grow older and realized... wow, ya it's a bit of a pain.
Because of the people that would hate me because
they were jealous or just didn't like my strong personality...
they were intimidated or threatened and so they hated me.
And all for being... me.
People who CLING to me and never let go.
Every boy who thinks that he is love with me
who thinks that we are getting married
who wont let me go, ever.
Every boy who gets so scared by the thought
of falling in love with me and running.
The burden of my character.
But you know... I'm not who I portray myself to be.
I despise my weaknesses.
I despise myself when I cry.
I want to pull my hair out as punishement for making a mistake.
Always making mistakes
Always crossing the line
Always pushing away
Always saying the wrong thing
But "I just wanna be myself" -Bush, Gavin Rossdale
But do I even really know who I am?
Do I let people tell me who I am?
Or change me?
Do I let everyone walk all over me?
And is it my fault that I am in all this pain?
My face is brushed from the blistering winds
and the ever rising tides.
All day my head is spinning spinning spinning
Make it stop for now
Turn off the memories
Turn off the sunken feeling in my stomach
Turn off the lump in my throat
Make me numb
So I don't feel this anymore
Make me disappear
I miss you so.
Seems like it's been forever since you've been gone.
Ya, I am totally listening to this song right now.
Why? Cause I am not doing so well with the William detox.
My heart is broken, and I can't hide it anymore.
So there I was, watching Lara Croft Tomb Raider
( My brother is in town.. enough said.)
and out of no where somewhere right after she punches
a shark in the face ( Did I mention it was a gay movie?)
and IN POPS INTO MY HEAD...
"I don't think that you will ever lose me."
William said this to me after he was trying to push me away
the first time. I went to his house, ultimately to say goodbye,
and ended up not saying goodbye at all.
Laying there, I confided in him and in my words I was offering
a piece of my soul... I stepped out of my world that is covered
by a thick blanket of fear and told him that when I thought that I
was going to lose him, I fell to the floor crying.
I couldn't bear the thought.
And I can swear by it when I say that I have never felt
that way before.. such deep devestation at the thought of
someone not being around.
I'm made of stone.. I recover quicker and better than humanly possible.
Until I met you and my whole world is corrupted.
Now the once so gleaming and attractive single life is looking
bleak and uninviting.
A place I don't want to dwell in at all.
So these feelings were deeper than I allowed myself to believe.
His loss right?
Of course it is, and he knows it too.
But it's just as much mine as it is his.
Because my heart is sinking deep into my body.
Hiding behind the wall that I am building back up.
And everyday I spent fighting.
Don't let them win... all these men who take over your world.
They take your heart in their hands and they rip it with their teeth.
And am I still the dream girl?
The girl they all say they want to see forever with.
But who do they really think I am?
When I go to all lengths to show them that I am not perfect.
That I am just a stupid, spoiled girl.
I'ts not my turn to get hurt anymore.
So why am I still running around trying to race ahead of these killers.
Will I ever be able to sit down and breathe?
My prayers consist of begging.
Please God, help me through this pain.
Spare my heart one more gash.
Somedays I feel like my head is spinning like the wind.
I suppose it's my fault for being here.
For never taking care of myself.
For burying my sadness in other's sadness.
All my life I have felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.
And it gets me thinking sometimes that maybe
it's all the best people in the world who are largely burdened.
I want to be one of those girls that people look at
and say... "wow if I could be that way."
The one that inspires people to be a better them.
All the while, you're just trying to be a better you.
But those people are generally surrounded by others
but are still generally very alone.
A lady once told me...
"The magnitude of your character is a large burden to carry."
And I never really understood what she meant until
I started to grow older and realized... wow, ya it's a bit of a pain.
Because of the people that would hate me because
they were jealous or just didn't like my strong personality...
they were intimidated or threatened and so they hated me.
And all for being... me.
People who CLING to me and never let go.
Every boy who thinks that he is love with me
who thinks that we are getting married
who wont let me go, ever.
Every boy who gets so scared by the thought
of falling in love with me and running.
The burden of my character.
But you know... I'm not who I portray myself to be.
I despise my weaknesses.
I despise myself when I cry.
I want to pull my hair out as punishement for making a mistake.
Always making mistakes
Always crossing the line
Always pushing away
Always saying the wrong thing
But "I just wanna be myself" -Bush, Gavin Rossdale
But do I even really know who I am?
Do I let people tell me who I am?
Or change me?
Do I let everyone walk all over me?
And is it my fault that I am in all this pain?
My face is brushed from the blistering winds
and the ever rising tides.
All day my head is spinning spinning spinning
Make it stop for now
Turn off the memories
Turn off the sunken feeling in my stomach
Turn off the lump in my throat
Make me numb
So I don't feel this anymore
Make me disappear
Friday, August 11, 2006
Friday night and I am home in my pajamas.
I just took a shower for the first time in... 3 days.
I think. I can't remember.
But ahhh it felt so good. Especially after playing in the rain.
That's right! The rain! The thing I love the most!
And I played and played and played.
And then I got FROZEN so I came out of the shower...
And then I got totally bummed.
The rain and no one to share it with.
No family member to sit by a window with.
It's a bum situation.. this place I have to be.
And where are all the boys at?
All those boys that are supposed to love me but none of them
are calling at all?
I suppose I'm not as fantastic as I think I am :)
But then again... maybe they're just blind.
Ahhh, my ladies... you don't knowww how good my muscles feel right now.
Just wanted to share that with you in CELEBRATION.
Seeing as there isn't a day in my life where my muscles and bones
just ache.
And after my almost painfully hot shower... I feel good.
I feel almost as though I were back in my Meridian house.
The house I am currently greiving (sad right? greiving a house? but its all my life.)
....
woah, interrupted by backyard neighbors FIGHTING.
Ohh they are SCREEAAMMINNGG and yellin.
So I was probably going to say something about woah is me
boys arent waiting on my hand and foot right now
so I am pissed. Gah. What a brat!
But now, after listening to that couple for 10 mins...
I'm likin the single life.
Oh, another thing that proves that point?
This guy justin calls me... cool kid, don't know him THAT well.
We're talking right and all of a sudden...
"You got that bitch on the phone!
Oh sure go ahead and call the bitch in the bathroom!"
A girl just BELTIN out high pitched (puke) squeals.
And I go..."What.. in the hell. was. that."
..."Oh... oh shit.. oh no oh shit! ((giggling..))
I think my girlfriend is REALLY pissed!"
me..."YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND?!"
him...laughing..."Ya, my girlfriend!"
me...LAUGHING SO HARD.
Evil? Probably. What's worse? I was flattered that he was calling me, instead of her.
And I don't even know the kid that well.
Ha! You know, someday I might learn to keep some things to myself.
... Or maybe not ;)
I just took a shower for the first time in... 3 days.
I think. I can't remember.
But ahhh it felt so good. Especially after playing in the rain.
That's right! The rain! The thing I love the most!
And I played and played and played.
And then I got FROZEN so I came out of the shower...
And then I got totally bummed.
The rain and no one to share it with.
No family member to sit by a window with.
It's a bum situation.. this place I have to be.
And where are all the boys at?
All those boys that are supposed to love me but none of them
are calling at all?
I suppose I'm not as fantastic as I think I am :)
But then again... maybe they're just blind.
Ahhh, my ladies... you don't knowww how good my muscles feel right now.
Just wanted to share that with you in CELEBRATION.
Seeing as there isn't a day in my life where my muscles and bones
just ache.
And after my almost painfully hot shower... I feel good.
I feel almost as though I were back in my Meridian house.
The house I am currently greiving (sad right? greiving a house? but its all my life.)
....
woah, interrupted by backyard neighbors FIGHTING.
Ohh they are SCREEAAMMINNGG and yellin.
So I was probably going to say something about woah is me
boys arent waiting on my hand and foot right now
so I am pissed. Gah. What a brat!
But now, after listening to that couple for 10 mins...
I'm likin the single life.
Oh, another thing that proves that point?
This guy justin calls me... cool kid, don't know him THAT well.
We're talking right and all of a sudden...
"You got that bitch on the phone!
Oh sure go ahead and call the bitch in the bathroom!"
A girl just BELTIN out high pitched (puke) squeals.
And I go..."What.. in the hell. was. that."
..."Oh... oh shit.. oh no oh shit! ((giggling..))
I think my girlfriend is REALLY pissed!"
me..."YOU'RE GIRLFRIEND?!"
him...laughing..."Ya, my girlfriend!"
me...LAUGHING SO HARD.
Evil? Probably. What's worse? I was flattered that he was calling me, instead of her.
And I don't even know the kid that well.
Ha! You know, someday I might learn to keep some things to myself.
... Or maybe not ;)