Hello, is summer there?
It's kind of good only updating my Livejournal once a week because then people aren't like, "Ugh, Emily updated AGAIN with ANOTHER link to a not-funny website."
This has been a really nice day, considering it started off with a funeral. A 43-year-old guy at my church died of cancer. I didn't really know him, but it was still really hard seeing his two little kids and my dad sitting away from me, my mom, and my sister. I mean, I cried more today than at my nana's funeral three years ago. I guess I knew both about the same amount. I'm just more emotionally available/mature now.
I got a chocolate chip muffin on the way home, and got...
my CIT acceptance letter from Calumet!!!!
...in the mail. So, I now have ten days to decide whether I want to spend my summer with Needhamites or Lutherans. There are so many factors to consider. Camp has a lot of structure, which could be good--I suck at being bored. But that means kind of a lot of rules. And this is the summer, for Christ sake. (Hehe, Christ sake.) St. Joe's would be amazing for sure, but during the day? I'd have to find some mediocre job, and in general I'd just be looking for a way to fill up the hours until rehearsals. That doesn't sound very good. Plus, with camp, a lot of people I don't like aren't coming back. So I don't know. We'll see.
I was coming home from my haircut when I saw Alanna walking around, so we walked and bought Christine Murphy a birthday present. We got this pink tote bag from Closet Exchange, and then bought a box of chocolates and a card to go inside.
Now I'm at my dad's apartment. This was the first time I've ever walked here, even if it was five minutes from the center of town. He is doing an extremely bad job at covering up the fact that he has a boyfriend. This morning he was like, "Tonight I'm going to see Crash with...a friend." (I informed him that it's definitely not in theaters anymore, and he could just rent it.) Plus, he let on that he is making dinner for this friend. I know he has a boyfriend, and am almost sure his name is Preston, but I sort of can't bring myself to ask about it. There's a difference for me between my parents splitting up and my parents moving on, and there's a difference between my dad being gay and actually having a boyfriend.
This has been a really nice day, considering it started off with a funeral. A 43-year-old guy at my church died of cancer. I didn't really know him, but it was still really hard seeing his two little kids and my dad sitting away from me, my mom, and my sister. I mean, I cried more today than at my nana's funeral three years ago. I guess I knew both about the same amount. I'm just more emotionally available/mature now.
I got a chocolate chip muffin on the way home, and got...
my CIT acceptance letter from Calumet!!!!
...in the mail. So, I now have ten days to decide whether I want to spend my summer with Needhamites or Lutherans. There are so many factors to consider. Camp has a lot of structure, which could be good--I suck at being bored. But that means kind of a lot of rules. And this is the summer, for Christ sake. (Hehe, Christ sake.) St. Joe's would be amazing for sure, but during the day? I'd have to find some mediocre job, and in general I'd just be looking for a way to fill up the hours until rehearsals. That doesn't sound very good. Plus, with camp, a lot of people I don't like aren't coming back. So I don't know. We'll see.
I was coming home from my haircut when I saw Alanna walking around, so we walked and bought Christine Murphy a birthday present. We got this pink tote bag from Closet Exchange, and then bought a box of chocolates and a card to go inside.
Now I'm at my dad's apartment. This was the first time I've ever walked here, even if it was five minutes from the center of town. He is doing an extremely bad job at covering up the fact that he has a boyfriend. This morning he was like, "Tonight I'm going to see Crash with...a friend." (I informed him that it's definitely not in theaters anymore, and he could just rent it.) Plus, he let on that he is making dinner for this friend. I know he has a boyfriend, and am almost sure his name is Preston, but I sort of can't bring myself to ask about it. There's a difference for me between my parents splitting up and my parents moving on, and there's a difference between my dad being gay and actually having a boyfriend.