My dad, the hero
So, I talked with my dad last night. I was going to go to bed because it was getting late and I had finals this morning, but in bed I just started crying. I went and found my dad (who's just gotten home) and he came back into my room with me and we talked about stuff.
He told me stories about when he got molested by the gay choir director at their church as a freshman in highschool and about almost getting killed in an airplane with his friend Scotty who was flying. He told me about being a 15 year old boy dating an 18 year old girl, praying with and converting her and her whole family, and how she and her (now Christian) husband are doing missionary work in the Ukraine. You guys may not care about all that stuff...but I did.
I don't acknowledge a lot of the things I need/things that are problems with my home life because it's just always been that way and I accept it. I need my dad in my life much more than he is. I know he wouldn't have even talked to me if I hadn't been crying. On top of that, there's just no time and I can't afford to be getting this little sleep on a regular basis; in fact, I couldn't really afford it last night either. I hope my chemistry and algebra II finals didn't suffer. ^^;;;
...Yay Jenni!
I'm wearing a skirt and argile (sp?) socks! Yay not being lazy every once in a blue moon!
EDIT: I got into Diverse By Design, contrary to my negative thoughts. ^_^ Our lack of a competent theatre program at Ypsi and my lack of money to do community theatre has created this theatre void in my life that I'm trying to fill with two theatre troupes. Let's just hope it works!
He told me stories about when he got molested by the gay choir director at their church as a freshman in highschool and about almost getting killed in an airplane with his friend Scotty who was flying. He told me about being a 15 year old boy dating an 18 year old girl, praying with and converting her and her whole family, and how she and her (now Christian) husband are doing missionary work in the Ukraine. You guys may not care about all that stuff...but I did.
I don't acknowledge a lot of the things I need/things that are problems with my home life because it's just always been that way and I accept it. I need my dad in my life much more than he is. I know he wouldn't have even talked to me if I hadn't been crying. On top of that, there's just no time and I can't afford to be getting this little sleep on a regular basis; in fact, I couldn't really afford it last night either. I hope my chemistry and algebra II finals didn't suffer. ^^;;;
...Yay Jenni!
I'm wearing a skirt and argile (sp?) socks! Yay not being lazy every once in a blue moon!
EDIT: I got into Diverse By Design, contrary to my negative thoughts. ^_^ Our lack of a competent theatre program at Ypsi and my lack of money to do community theatre has created this theatre void in my life that I'm trying to fill with two theatre troupes. Let's just hope it works!