~There's a rumbly in my tumbly...~
This weekend was kind of crazy...
Friday-
- went to Plus Friday for make up work that I missed when I was sick (BPV---vertigo...I'm an old woman, duh!)
- Saw Bourne Supremacy w/ David Francis, Andrea (his somewhat g/f), Jemeta (I have no idea how to spell her name), and of course, BMB :) He treated, rock on with your $$!
Saturday-
- Umm...woke up w/ BMB and made a B.L.T. and he went to Moe's (Kind of like a Qdoba, only closer to my apt.) and we both ate and watched T.V.
- I was sad/angry that he wanted to go home and not stay at my apt. with me so I started cleaning up my room and he just stood there and watched and I made a point to take all the bed stuff off of the bed and remake it (he kicks the covers to the floor and never helps me clean up--sadface) and then he's like, well, I'm going to go home. And I said, why can't we like, take the dogs to the park (Heidi and Maggie) and he was like, alright. So he goes, well, I'm going to go home and get ready...all this talk about going home really had me pissed, I asked why he needed to go home so bad and shower and stuff if we were just going to outside and play--all of this seriously lead to him breaking up with me. He told me he didn't know how long he'd felt like that, he just didn't want to date me anymore. He just kept saying, 'I don't know.' to everything. He went home, I cried...a LOT.
- I called David Francis to see what he was up to and he was on his way to Andrea's and I was all sniffly and I was like, okay....and he said that he would come to my place instead and then go see her later. I told him he shouldn't but he did and she ended up getting mad @ him. wtf. So he helped me talk stuff out and just get all my tears and sadness out so I wouldn't be so upset anymore and I started gathering up the stuff that was still BMB property and chilling at my apt. I had to go over there like, right then or I would never do it, I didn't want his stuff in my apt. I couldn't stand to look at it. So I pack my car up, drive over, and his family has no idea that we've broken up. His stepsis Tori was in the driveway and was like, 'Hi! Go on in, he's downstairs, I have to go to work, see ya later!' I'm thinking...holy crap....then I go downstairs and Mark and his friend are playing a video game and Mark's like, 'Eww, there's fat Jenny.' and his friend ws like, that was mean and he said, 'She knows I'm just playing.' So I go in Brandon's room and he's playing True Crime and I kiss him b/c I'm weak....and we start talking and blahblahblah we get back together.
- We go to my house b/c he wants to go to David's and drink or whatever and Shane and Vic are standing in the kitchen and he's like, 'Yeah, I'm back!' and they're like, Jenny, I'm glad you're happy. Which means a lot to me, ya know, considering I was a crying wreck when they saw me last ( I was on the phone with my mom just like, sobbing, and Shane came in and was like, 'oooh....I'll brb.' So Vic gives me a hug.
- I called David to see what he was doing and he was going to go see Bourne Supremacy w/ B.J., one of his roomies that didn't get to go. So I told him to call me Sunday and he ws like, alright. I laid down on the bed w/ Brandon and my back's to him w/ his arms around me and he's kissing me and I kind of pull away and I say, 'Are you sure you want this?' and he said, 'I don't know.' And I said, 'Are you going to do this to me in another two weeks?' And he said, 'I don't know.' I stood up and looked at him and was like, 'I can't believe this, I should have never gone to your house, you would have never came over here, would you? He said no. So then he said, 'So what, are you dumping me again?' I was like, 'Uh...yeah, I'm dumping you. Even though I'm the one who wants this to work and I KNOW that. It's all right here Brandon, and you're not sure you want it!' And he's like, 'I'm sorry Jenny, I just don't know.' So I tell him we're leaving, I'm taking him home. I didn't cry at all that time. I was just feeling ill. I drop him off at his house. I called him when I got home like I always did and then I realized what I was doing...So I was like, I'm home, Bye Brandon.
Sunday-
- I woke up around 8:30 and couldn't go back to sleep b/c I was insanely sad. I stayed up and watched that Sunday morning show that my dad used to watch when I was really young, and then watched what I could of Meet the Press--my TV is incredibly blurry. I decided to shower (hadn't done that for a while) and put on some clean clothes. I ironed all my uniforms and aprons and sidetowels, put them all away. I had NOTHING to do and so I called my mom and cried some more. She was like, 'I can't believe this, what's wrong with him.' And then she said, 'Someday he'll regret this, he's just immature and probably intimidated by you.' Then she kept asking if it was something she had done. I was like, 'No, you didn't do anything, Mom.' LoL, my mom is so cute, why would a guy dump me because of something she did? The only things she does is act kind of stand-offish and not let people win arguments. If I got dumped for that, I don't think I'd want that guy anyway. So anyway, all day long I just wanted him to call. I wasn't going to go over there again or call him. I was going to just stay in my little area of Lville.
- Brandon calls and says that Larry made chili. At first I'm thinking, alright, make me more sad that I can't be there. Then he asked if I would come over. I caved in. I couldn't help it. But then I called my mom and talked to her forever and she was like, if you guys get back together again, try to protect yourself a bit more...and I am heeding that advice. I mean, I still love him, but I'm not going to be the exact same with him as I was, not for a while anyway. Last night he said he wanted me to help him be the best boyfriend he could be, I told him he already was, he just needed to get some stuff straight.
I'm out though, class time calls!