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I came home very convinced that this was going to be the worst break of my life for a number of reasons... mostly drama with my life in Indianapolis that I couldn't let go of, and my conflict with my family about coming home. Anyway, the first week or so here was NOT FUN. I fought with my mom a lot, was pretty sick, and didn't see too many people.
However, the last week has been outstanding.
Let's go back to Wednesday, because that's the oldest day I can really remember.
Basically, I went out with Gatsby, and I got exactly what I wanted, which - of course - I couldn't want anymore. So just when we were putting our shoes on and he was getting ready to walk me to my car, I said "Hey, let's not leave on an awkward note," and I stayed and we ended up talking for three more hours, and I realized he is actually a much better guy than I give him credit for. Wonderful, actually. (He's brilliant, and I didn't realize how much intelligent conversation has been lacking in my life recently.)So my whole perspective on him has changed, and I think we've reached a place in our relationship that's more peaceful than ever.
However, I was still stressing about it when I got home, because when you get certain perceptions of people in your head, changing them can be hard. So, the next day I spent hours with the Bestest, agonizing over what had happened. This doesn't sound like fun, but girls who have a fabulous best friend know that they know things about you that YOU don't know. And so of course, Katie pretty much explained my life to me, and I said "Ohhhh, I get it!!" and felt much better. We then proceeded to clean her room, which consisted of looking at old pictures of ourselves from our junior high and early high school years. We realized that certain ideas, like when we dressed up as Halloween Fairies, or the summer we fought over the same lame guy, seem REALLY good at the time, but down the road will cause us to say, "Were we out of our minds??"
Conclusion? If good ideas will seem like bad ideas eventually anyway, stop agonizing so much over what's a good idea and what's not. Just let things happen. Insert sigh of relief. It sounds simple, but you are talking to the Queen of Overanalyzing here. This was a big step for me.
That night I watched "The Devil Wears Prada" with my mother and we downed sparkling grape juice out of wine glasses like the wannabe alcoholics we are.
Next day was NOT good, because Gatsby had not responded to my messages and I thought maybe he was mad at me and we weren't in a good place after all. So, I agonized all day until all my other friends already had plans and then I stayed home and looked cute for no one but my digital camera (not a good idea.) Actually, it was DCI contra AIM night, because I was chatting with Austin from Cavies and Taylor from Crown while gossiping with Jessica about her escapades with another Cavalier contra! haha... oh the drama. So she and I had some very therapeutic complaining about guys and it was so nice to catch up! I forget how much I miss everyone from Cap Reg until we start talking again. Also, I stayed up until 3 am helping Harry with his college essay. I helped several people with college essays actually, which kept me busy for the next few days, THANK GOD!
Saturday is where I put my foot down and decided that the pathetic girl who sat at home online with her hand on her cell phone at all times needed to GO.
So, I went to Wolf Camera to return my photo printer that didn't work and was hit on by the cashier, which made me smile until I realized how old he was. (Eeek! (new favorite sound)). Nicole and Lindsey and I then proceeded to watch High School Musical, which I had never seen. Conclusion? Awful lipsyncing, but the guy is cute and made me smile. Had dinner with the parents at our favorite restaurant downtown, which was quite fun. Then I went to Katie's to meet the bf, which was so weird because we both felt like we already knew each other. He gets a large red stamp of approval across his forehead. He keeps asking me to transfer to Dayton because we all had such a good time together. I keep telling him to just come back to Indy and visit Butler, because we have Joe Ochs so we're clearly the cooler campus. After a fun evening with the Hills, I met up with Sarah and Ashley for coffee! Which turned into chillin at Ashley's. Which turned into a Steak n Shake run. Which turned into us staying out until 3 am. HEY - we had a LOT of catching up to do. Conclusion? I LOVE MY GIRLS, and I miss them all x e^10. (Does that mean anything? I don't remember math.)
So, Saturday was the return of the smile.
Then, I slept until noon, watched the Steelers game with the padre (love you, Ben!!) and then party hopped from Laura's to Katie's to Ashley's. Too much love, my friends. Ashley, Sarah and I learned from Hugh Grant that the best way to get the guy is to be a super-huge slut with no redeeming qualities. Yes for weird movie night.
Today, waffles and Rose Parade (] heart Pasadena FOR LIFE) and then coffee with Gatsby (I am going to engrave my name in that table at Starbucks... I've been frequenting it enough to justify it.) No exciting drama to relay, except that I'm really going to miss him and we are about 7 years and a million dollars ahead of schedule : ) Tonight was a fiesta at Kelly's with the Wesley family. (There is no better term for them, because they really are like the cousins I've never had. (I have like 25 cousins, don't get me wrong, but I only ever see one of them, and she's 26 and married.)) I LOVE THEM! Gosh, it has been way too long, and as much as I complain about the little boys and all the noise, I LOVE having people around. I love playing games and laughing and teasing and just being comfortable. A Catchphrase tourney with the Dynamic Duo Dantina (me and Daniel) my sis, Blair and Kelly followed, which was also amazing. I am mildly/severly addicted to Catchphrase, it's true. Can't wait to get back to school and play with Kevin again!!
Tomorrow, Aaron comes to visit, and then Brendon! I am such a pimp for tall boys this week. Love it.
I am so happy that life doesn't end just because of one person and/or meaningless things like colorguard.
People love me, and no matter where I march or even if guard is something I keep in my life, I'm still pretty alright.
Here's to happiness!