A Boring Update For Those With Nothing Better To Do
So, Jounouchi's back at school this week. The house is a lot quieter without him here. It's weird; you get used to things being a certain way, and when they change, it's a bit of an adjustment. It's funny. I never thought I'd want that. But, he'll be back on Friday afternoon for the weekend. Maybe we'll walk along the Thames and have a late dinner in a café somewhere... **smirks** We can cross London Bridge...I've never done that before. Might be something to do.
...Or I'll let Jounouchi drag me out skating again. And this time, I'll kick his ass when we race.
[Private Entry]
His birthday is coming up. I have no idea what to do for it. It's his twentieth, which I guess is something of a big deal. He claimed it was so when mine passed... I'll think of something to do - though we'll have to do whatever a few days early; his birthday's on a Monday this year.
Still, no matter what I choose, it's going to feel somewhat hollow. It's probably the last one I'll celebrate with him, unless something drastic happens. I've been trying not to think about that, but Prue's funeral this past weekend really got me thinking about it a lot.
It probably wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't been so...impulsive. That's what I get for being an idiot. And I think that's what pisses me off the most about all of this - he's been very understanding and very supportive, and I want to tell him to quit being so stupid. I'm the one who screwed up...at the very least, he should be angry with me. I wish he'd be angry at me.
Instead, he's as kind as ever - even though I see the hurt in his eyes every time I look into them.
...I suppose I deserve to feel guilty - after all, I'm the one responsible for that, aren't I?
...Or I'll let Jounouchi drag me out skating again. And this time, I'll kick his ass when we race.
[Private Entry]
His birthday is coming up. I have no idea what to do for it. It's his twentieth, which I guess is something of a big deal. He claimed it was so when mine passed... I'll think of something to do - though we'll have to do whatever a few days early; his birthday's on a Monday this year.
Still, no matter what I choose, it's going to feel somewhat hollow. It's probably the last one I'll celebrate with him, unless something drastic happens. I've been trying not to think about that, but Prue's funeral this past weekend really got me thinking about it a lot.
It probably wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't been so...impulsive. That's what I get for being an idiot. And I think that's what pisses me off the most about all of this - he's been very understanding and very supportive, and I want to tell him to quit being so stupid. I'm the one who screwed up...at the very least, he should be angry with me. I wish he'd be angry at me.
Instead, he's as kind as ever - even though I see the hurt in his eyes every time I look into them.
...I suppose I deserve to feel guilty - after all, I'm the one responsible for that, aren't I?