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Alright. In lack of my updating, this will be one long, rambling piece of.... something.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. For all you lovebirds with a Valentine or two, Whoo-hoo for you! Hope you all had a great one and enjoyed yourself and stayed safe. I'm sorry to all you bitter cynics that didn't have someone to call a "valentine," but trust me, there's more to life than a 4 dollar Hallmark card and a box of Russel Stover. Yea, don't get me wrong, the card and candy is nice to get and all, but it doesn't mean anything if you dont really love the person. And, if you do, love the person that is, you dont need material bullshit to satiate that. I mean really, I may be a total block of cheese for saying this, but the words, "I love you," mean a lot more to me. Okay, that said, I feel only slightly like a hypocrite when I share this story.
About a week ago, my brother's friend invited me over for Valentine's Day. Now, my brothers' friend, Patrick, is just a friend. Sure, we flirt and .. yea. But when it comes down to it, he is a good friend. He's my brother's best friend, I don't think I'd go there anyway. Plus, I love my brother and Patrick way too much to even mess it up by "hooking" up or whatever. Not that I think Patrick would go there, but that's besides the point. Okay, so. He invites me over. Now, I'm 18, single and my history of Valentine's Day's have been kind of dull, lonely and just plain, depressing. Mainly becuase I fed into the whole concept called "Valentine's Day" that exuded drama without a doubt. Sorry, I'm going off into a tangent again, back to the story at hand. Patrick's a friend of mine, I enjoy his company, I love his mom. I love his dad. They are pretty much like my second family. So, I say yes. Why not chill with Patrick on Valentine's Day? We're both friends. Watching movies with a friend is a hell of a lot better than sitting in my apartment, alone, pining over someone that should be my valentine that doesn't exist. Right? Right. Okay, so Thursday the 13th, Patrick leaves me a message on AIM to call him. So, I do. He's sick, I'm sick with a cold, we have to cancel the whole thing. After I hung up with him on the phone I got to thinking, and I got so.. "blah" feeling. Like I started feeding into the Valentine Drama. I immediately told myself to stop! There is more to life than a box of candy and a Hallmark card. Really. This is when I offically got over not having a Valentine. Okay, Valentine's Day thoughts done. Check.
As I've shared with you all before, I have been talking to my mother a lot lately. I don't know if I have revealed her new "project." After years of being overweight and trying to diet, she's decided to get some bullshit surgery done. Gastric Bypass? Yea. For those of you that aren't sure as to what it is, its when they staple your stomach smaller and you are supposed to eat like two ounces of food every hour or something. This is something that is done when one is extremely unhealthy and extremely overweight. My mom, isnt. And I've kept to myself how I truly feel about it until now. She told me a few days ago she set the date. March 17th. I don't want her to do this operation. I've tried to be supportive, because she is my mother, and I'm tired, and I'm fed up with arguing with her. I love my mother, and I need a mother in my life. So, I tried the supporting deal. I can't support her if I am totally against it. I'm overweight, you don't see me stapling my stomach. People have abdominal leaking, and you can over-eat just a little bit and get sick? I don't agree with it and I think it's bullshit. I really don't want her to do it. Regardless that she will or not, I had to vent. Thanks. Venting done. Check.
Other Misc. Stuff
My new computer kicks ass. I mean really. Pentium 4, 120 GB. 256 RAM. It's a technologiorgasmariffic thing. All my mp3s, movies and graphics have a home. I'm doing alright in school. I'm really liking my classes, and the friends I am making. My dad's new job is great. He's really liking it and fitting in. Paul is seeing a therepist at Hutchings something or other once a week and he's making progress. Brian, my best friend of all time, my brother is doing awesome. He's looking good, he's doing good, he's just wow. I look up to him. (And I do. The bastard is 4 inches taller than me.) He's just a real person. If ever I need someone to keep me in check, its him. He's a gentleman too. I haven't run into many 18 year old gentlemen. A few... but not many.
Okay, I'm off to hang out with Brian tonight. His birthday is next Thursday, but we're all going out tonight to celebrate. Have a safe rest of the weekend.
-Heather B.
Oh. Side note. Check out Ember Swift. Its good stuff. www.emberswift.com
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. For all you lovebirds with a Valentine or two, Whoo-hoo for you! Hope you all had a great one and enjoyed yourself and stayed safe. I'm sorry to all you bitter cynics that didn't have someone to call a "valentine," but trust me, there's more to life than a 4 dollar Hallmark card and a box of Russel Stover. Yea, don't get me wrong, the card and candy is nice to get and all, but it doesn't mean anything if you dont really love the person. And, if you do, love the person that is, you dont need material bullshit to satiate that. I mean really, I may be a total block of cheese for saying this, but the words, "I love you," mean a lot more to me. Okay, that said, I feel only slightly like a hypocrite when I share this story.
About a week ago, my brother's friend invited me over for Valentine's Day. Now, my brothers' friend, Patrick, is just a friend. Sure, we flirt and .. yea. But when it comes down to it, he is a good friend. He's my brother's best friend, I don't think I'd go there anyway. Plus, I love my brother and Patrick way too much to even mess it up by "hooking" up or whatever. Not that I think Patrick would go there, but that's besides the point. Okay, so. He invites me over. Now, I'm 18, single and my history of Valentine's Day's have been kind of dull, lonely and just plain, depressing. Mainly becuase I fed into the whole concept called "Valentine's Day" that exuded drama without a doubt. Sorry, I'm going off into a tangent again, back to the story at hand. Patrick's a friend of mine, I enjoy his company, I love his mom. I love his dad. They are pretty much like my second family. So, I say yes. Why not chill with Patrick on Valentine's Day? We're both friends. Watching movies with a friend is a hell of a lot better than sitting in my apartment, alone, pining over someone that should be my valentine that doesn't exist. Right? Right. Okay, so Thursday the 13th, Patrick leaves me a message on AIM to call him. So, I do. He's sick, I'm sick with a cold, we have to cancel the whole thing. After I hung up with him on the phone I got to thinking, and I got so.. "blah" feeling. Like I started feeding into the Valentine Drama. I immediately told myself to stop! There is more to life than a box of candy and a Hallmark card. Really. This is when I offically got over not having a Valentine. Okay, Valentine's Day thoughts done. Check.
As I've shared with you all before, I have been talking to my mother a lot lately. I don't know if I have revealed her new "project." After years of being overweight and trying to diet, she's decided to get some bullshit surgery done. Gastric Bypass? Yea. For those of you that aren't sure as to what it is, its when they staple your stomach smaller and you are supposed to eat like two ounces of food every hour or something. This is something that is done when one is extremely unhealthy and extremely overweight. My mom, isnt. And I've kept to myself how I truly feel about it until now. She told me a few days ago she set the date. March 17th. I don't want her to do this operation. I've tried to be supportive, because she is my mother, and I'm tired, and I'm fed up with arguing with her. I love my mother, and I need a mother in my life. So, I tried the supporting deal. I can't support her if I am totally against it. I'm overweight, you don't see me stapling my stomach. People have abdominal leaking, and you can over-eat just a little bit and get sick? I don't agree with it and I think it's bullshit. I really don't want her to do it. Regardless that she will or not, I had to vent. Thanks. Venting done. Check.
Other Misc. Stuff
My new computer kicks ass. I mean really. Pentium 4, 120 GB. 256 RAM. It's a technologiorgasmariffic thing. All my mp3s, movies and graphics have a home. I'm doing alright in school. I'm really liking my classes, and the friends I am making. My dad's new job is great. He's really liking it and fitting in. Paul is seeing a therepist at Hutchings something or other once a week and he's making progress. Brian, my best friend of all time, my brother is doing awesome. He's looking good, he's doing good, he's just wow. I look up to him. (And I do. The bastard is 4 inches taller than me.) He's just a real person. If ever I need someone to keep me in check, its him. He's a gentleman too. I haven't run into many 18 year old gentlemen. A few... but not many.
Okay, I'm off to hang out with Brian tonight. His birthday is next Thursday, but we're all going out tonight to celebrate. Have a safe rest of the weekend.
-Heather B.
Oh. Side note. Check out Ember Swift. Its good stuff. www.emberswift.com