our heaven's worth the wait
i'm happy today. really happy. like, un-fucking-believably happy.
i wish i could fix certain things, but some things in life are un-fixable and you learn things that help you get through it. and you have people that help you through it <3
mom and i are ok. after she bitched me out when i wrote my last entry, she was calling me 'honey' at around 5 and asking me what i wanted for dinner. so i guess it was just one of her moodswings but it still just takes a toll on me sometimes. tuesday night, she made a very interesting proposition. we were talking about mark and then i started talking about kell. then she said 'you know, i did a file for a woman who works for a hotel in ft. lauderdale. she said any time i need something, just ask, so i was thinking we go down for a weekend and maybe see uncle phil and go see kelly.'
so i was like: SURE!
so we looked at prices yesterday and as of right now, the weekend of march 10th is looking pretty solid, we just have to wait for uncle phil to tell us it's ok and if it's not ok with him, then we're just gonna stay in a hotel. but we're definitely going :) i had no idea my mom would be that cool, but i guess that's what happens when your mom has had a million boyfriends and tries to act like she's 18. eh, it pays off in the end. but i'm so fucking excited...like, i could pee out of excitement right now.
i'm in the library and i took my permanent marker and drew a heartagram on the wall of the little cubicle thing. i know, i'm sooo rebellious.
dad killed a dog the other day...the crackhead neighbors once again let their dogs run loose and they came into our yard and pinned terror down and tried to eat her. so dad heard snarling, went outside, and tried to separate the dogs. they tried to bite him and they kept attacking terror, so he got his rifle. he killed the husky for sure because it just died on our front lawn, but we're not sure what happened to the german shephard. he shot it, but he's not sure if it made it back to its home or if it died. but, the crackheads fucked up once again. so dad called the dog warden to get the dead dog and he's gonna file a claim and take the crackheads to court. now, i know that killing a dog is wrong and it did make me really upset, but i blame the owners. this is the 5th time this has happened, and each time it's a different dog. dad has warned them to just keep their dogs on a leash or in their yard or something, and they refuse to listen and now it's come to this. so in a way, i kind of don't blame dad.
and this is really sad, but i kinda miss my dad. maybe i'll visit next weekend.
by the way, did i mention that i hate school? yea. i do.
i better go...i wanna get to history before all the seats are taken and i just got a massive headache and i don't have any medicine. great.
i love kell. later.
i wish i could fix certain things, but some things in life are un-fixable and you learn things that help you get through it. and you have people that help you through it <3
mom and i are ok. after she bitched me out when i wrote my last entry, she was calling me 'honey' at around 5 and asking me what i wanted for dinner. so i guess it was just one of her moodswings but it still just takes a toll on me sometimes. tuesday night, she made a very interesting proposition. we were talking about mark and then i started talking about kell. then she said 'you know, i did a file for a woman who works for a hotel in ft. lauderdale. she said any time i need something, just ask, so i was thinking we go down for a weekend and maybe see uncle phil and go see kelly.'
so i was like: SURE!
so we looked at prices yesterday and as of right now, the weekend of march 10th is looking pretty solid, we just have to wait for uncle phil to tell us it's ok and if it's not ok with him, then we're just gonna stay in a hotel. but we're definitely going :) i had no idea my mom would be that cool, but i guess that's what happens when your mom has had a million boyfriends and tries to act like she's 18. eh, it pays off in the end. but i'm so fucking excited...like, i could pee out of excitement right now.
i'm in the library and i took my permanent marker and drew a heartagram on the wall of the little cubicle thing. i know, i'm sooo rebellious.
dad killed a dog the other day...the crackhead neighbors once again let their dogs run loose and they came into our yard and pinned terror down and tried to eat her. so dad heard snarling, went outside, and tried to separate the dogs. they tried to bite him and they kept attacking terror, so he got his rifle. he killed the husky for sure because it just died on our front lawn, but we're not sure what happened to the german shephard. he shot it, but he's not sure if it made it back to its home or if it died. but, the crackheads fucked up once again. so dad called the dog warden to get the dead dog and he's gonna file a claim and take the crackheads to court. now, i know that killing a dog is wrong and it did make me really upset, but i blame the owners. this is the 5th time this has happened, and each time it's a different dog. dad has warned them to just keep their dogs on a leash or in their yard or something, and they refuse to listen and now it's come to this. so in a way, i kind of don't blame dad.
and this is really sad, but i kinda miss my dad. maybe i'll visit next weekend.
by the way, did i mention that i hate school? yea. i do.
i better go...i wanna get to history before all the seats are taken and i just got a massive headache and i don't have any medicine. great.
i love kell. later.