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Jul 28, 2004 22:43

hm....so my parents signed the papers for a house. yay? i don't know. cuz now we won't be moving for like 6 months. grr. o well.

anyways, more important shit! lol.

i feel so bad. diego REALLY wants to see me. and i want to see him, you have no idea how much i miss him. and yesterday he was gonna come visit me b/c i was babysitting in his nieghborhood, but then the peoples plans changed and the dad was gonna come home early or something. i don't know but it pissed me off. they ALWAYS do stuff at the last minute, and the only reason i keep babysitting for them is because it's money. but i feel bad b/c diego's finally free for a WHOLE weekend and guess what i get to do every fuckin' night: WORK. figures. i mean, i love my job, and i love that i'm making money......but i want to spend time with my baby. n on top of that, how the hell would i get to see him anyway? that's what pisses me off the most. if my parents knew that he was my boyfriend they'd flip. my parents are so....BLAH. so they're not about to give me a ride over to his place or anywhere with him. even if he was like mr. perfect i doubt my parents would CONSIDER letting me go to his house. i mean, my mom got mad b/c my dad let me get a ride home w/ a guy i work with. granted, she doesn't know he has a g/f and i have a b/f.....but it's not like i'd do anything with him. we're FRIENDS. i dunno, but she's just getting on my nerves. i'm not in the greatest mood b/c i REALLY want to spend time w/ diego, but somehow i doubt that's gonna happen. i mean, i KNOW we'll be together for a long ass time, but we've going out for over a month (which compared to MY past relationships is a LONG time! haha) and we haven't seen each other at all. do you know how AWFUL that is. i mean, he always says i'm a good g/f n junk, but right now i feel like the worst girlfriend EVER b/c i cant just get a ride over there and make him happy. he's the only person i've ever felt this way about, and he's the only person i WANT to feel this way about and i wish i could look him in the eye and tell him that......but NO! i have to wait, and i'm NOT a patient person I DONT DO WAITING!!!!!!

and my mother. grrr at my mother. i was on the phone w/ diego when she got home. and i got off n she's like "who ya talkin to?" ok, she asks that EVERY time i get a phone call. it's MY phone it's none of HER business. As long as i'm not talkin to my drug dealer (i don't have one thank you! hehe) or some person i don't know that could turn out to be a random stalker......she doesnt NEED to know who i'm talking to. i ALWAYS answer a friend, and today she kept trying to get me to tell her. and even if i'd been talking to ashley or something i wouldn't tell her. b/c if i DO tell her and she knows the person she's like "HI so-n-so" which is annoying. and if she doesnt no then she says "who's that? do i know that person? why not?" which is like fifty times MORE ANNOYING. and i hate it. i mean, i guess it's good that my mom asks me where i'm going who i'm with.....the whole "questions.....anti-drug" thing (come on, you've seen the commercials) but it's a PHONE CALL. not a date (which i really wish it was but w/e). and she wasn't too happy w/ my dad b/c he let me open a checking account. but i'm glad he did, b/c if SHE was on the account she'd be checkin' up on where/when i was spending my money b/c SHE doesnt TRUST me. i've NEVER done anything to make her not trust me. ok, so maybe there's been a few times where i forgot to call, but i told her anyway. it's not like i HID something from her......well yeah, there's the whole b/f thing, but it's not like we go out anywhere or anything. and omg, my bedroom window opens to the PARKING LOT do you know how EASY it'd be for me to sneak out.....but no i haven't done it. and i dont plan on it, b/c my mom is supposed to trust me. but all of a sudden, no she doesnt AT ALL. my dad does. i mean, he won't look at the calls i've made on my phone bill, he won't look at my checking account, he doesnt ask who's calling me everytime my phone rings. b/c it's not important. i mean, he cares about the important stuff, like what i'm doing when i go out at 9pm or something, but there's a point where it's just plain NOSY. and that's my mother.

sorry, long and bitchy but it had to be done.
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