god works in funny ways...
So pretty much this summer has been interesting...err, scratch that, IN-fucking-SANE! I was out of the house for about a month and pretty much blowing my money on things that would keep me alive (i.e.-food, toiletries, everyday necessities, etc.). And now, I'm back home and things have gotten a lot better but I still feel tension between my mom and I. My "punishment" is to pay for school on my own now. I applied for a loan and my status for that is "pending" which isn't a good thing because my tuition is due by the 15th (next Wednesday).
On top of this, this douchebag pseudo-kidnapped me. Long story short: Douchebag takes me out for dinner because we haven't seen each other in apparently in 7 months (not that I'm counting...he told me it was 7). Decides we should take one car and go and "talk". Basically tries to force me to go out with him and when I ask him to take me back to my car, he decides to take me into the ghetto. Don't get back to my car until almost 2 hours later. Haven't talked to him since. Don't want to. And my brother and a few friends wanna kill him. The end.
AND...I just found out not to long ago that a close friend of mine is not returning to school this semester because his parents have decided to turn into douchebags as well and force him to move to Texas with them. Uhm, HELLO? SCHOOL STARTS IN ABOUT 2 WEEKS! WHY ARE YOU GONNA TELL HIM THIS THE WEEK BEFORE HE HAS TO MOVE IN????
Thank you JESUS today is FINALLY Friday. This week has gone by way too slow. Tomorrow Jacki, Sparkles II (Franklin) and I are heading up to Chapel Hill to help Ian unpack and party with some other Summer Group (yeahh..that sounds gay. we need a better name. perhaps, Blakeney Crew?) members.
Speaking of Sparkles II, I'm still unsure. It's only because I worry for you and you're my sister. I'll try and be better about the whole "interrogation" thing that I apparently do.
So basically this whole entry comes down to this question: God, seriously, what's up? Why are you putting all these OVERWHELMING things on me this summer? I know you wouldn't possibly put me through things I couldn't get through but seriously, WHY? WHY????
sigh. I need a sign.
ps--i hate being a bootycall. i'm not your rebound girl or the girl you call whenever your girlfriend is out of town. so stop. if you think you're scoring points with me, you're dead wrong. think again punk.
On top of this, this douchebag pseudo-kidnapped me. Long story short: Douchebag takes me out for dinner because we haven't seen each other in apparently in 7 months (not that I'm counting...he told me it was 7). Decides we should take one car and go and "talk". Basically tries to force me to go out with him and when I ask him to take me back to my car, he decides to take me into the ghetto. Don't get back to my car until almost 2 hours later. Haven't talked to him since. Don't want to. And my brother and a few friends wanna kill him. The end.
AND...I just found out not to long ago that a close friend of mine is not returning to school this semester because his parents have decided to turn into douchebags as well and force him to move to Texas with them. Uhm, HELLO? SCHOOL STARTS IN ABOUT 2 WEEKS! WHY ARE YOU GONNA TELL HIM THIS THE WEEK BEFORE HE HAS TO MOVE IN????
Thank you JESUS today is FINALLY Friday. This week has gone by way too slow. Tomorrow Jacki, Sparkles II (Franklin) and I are heading up to Chapel Hill to help Ian unpack and party with some other Summer Group (yeahh..that sounds gay. we need a better name. perhaps, Blakeney Crew?) members.
Speaking of Sparkles II, I'm still unsure. It's only because I worry for you and you're my sister. I'll try and be better about the whole "interrogation" thing that I apparently do.
So basically this whole entry comes down to this question: God, seriously, what's up? Why are you putting all these OVERWHELMING things on me this summer? I know you wouldn't possibly put me through things I couldn't get through but seriously, WHY? WHY????
sigh. I need a sign.
ps--i hate being a bootycall. i'm not your rebound girl or the girl you call whenever your girlfriend is out of town. so stop. if you think you're scoring points with me, you're dead wrong. think again punk.