Home sweet HELL
Well it's North to Alaska. I'm home. Annette and Crystal picked me up from the airport. Annette and I spent the day with Liz. I waited for Charity to call all day. Didn't happen. Well, she called at 6pm, and promised to call sometime tonight, but it's 3:30am, so I'm getting impatient and not really expecting it anymore. *sigh* I'm sure there's a good reason, right? I'm sure she's drunk or something, lol. If you would consider "drunk" a good reason? For Charity and me, "drunk" is the BEST reason I'm sure.
Alisha and a few others from work were happy to see me. I work tomorrow 3:30-12:30. Then I get 2 days off. That makes me grumpy. That could have been an extra 2 days in Pa. Sheesh. I spent my last day with the girls on the hill. Had fun. I'm really guna miss em. I didn't really get to say goodbye to most of the family. I feel terrible about it. They all went to visit me at the house, and I wasn't there. They waited till 1am, and I strolled in at around 2am. I've had nonstop phone calls from them trying to say goodbye. Makes me sad. Aunt June called me at 5am her time. When I answered, she said, "I knew you'd be awake!" *sigh* I feel so guilty. But 2 weeks just wasn't enough time. I didn't even get to spend the "quality" time I promised to most of the family members. My grandma kept making comments that her and my grandpa don't have much longer, and they "might not be here next year." I wish she wouldn't say that. That's my worst fear. Don't know what I'd do without them? When I opened my suitcase, the smell of my grandma's house floated through the air, and it made me cry. I miss it so much already. My cat was happy to see me, but she made me miss my grandma's cat, who I fell in love with these past 2 weeks. I left my suitcase packed. I'm trying to savor the smell of my grandma, even though it makes me cry everytime I get a whiff of it. *sigh* Gosh, I never meant for this entry to be depressing. I was actually happy and in a good mood. I had a good day, other than my flight. Eh...
Anyway, I'm desperate for some sleep. Extra desperate to rest my poor tongue. It just can't get a break... And I'm not being dirty. I know I have some sick little pervs readin my journal...
Laters. And Loves to all!