Hurricane
Well...the eye of Dennis pretty much over us, give or take a few miles.
We're ok. Because it was moving so fast when it hit shore, it didn't do
anything to us beyond minor damage. Dad was the first to get power
back, but we still had to deal with 3 or 4 hot, frustrating days of
heat, labor, and boredom with my grandparents....*shudder*
So now we're here at my dad's because they have power, cable, and AC!!!!!!!!!!!!
Was reading up on some of my friends' entries. Caught sight of thesqueak's journal. An ex girlfriend of mine who turned into a semi-friend just by way of attempting to keep contact with one another on the basis of friendship BEFORE we were together. Kind of a common thing with online relationships, I guess. But either way, she is to be wed to a guy (for privacy sake, I shall keep the two of them nameless) who she's been with for a couple of years (?) now. Kinda bummed me out while looking at her entry entitled "Wedding Progress" (Which is the link I used with.) I just feel bad because I can't afford to give Kaylea that type of wedding. You know the type. The kind that all women, regardless of what they want it to look like, deserve. It's kinda of frustrating that the only reason that she even has an engagement ring is because my mother gave me her old one from when she and dad were married. It's not even sized to fit Kay's finger, much less something to look at. The band is thin and the diamond is nothing more than a 1k stone. It's sad. Kinda looks like something that a diamond shit out rather than something that deserves to be on her finger. I hate it. She says she loves it but I think it's more of the fact that it's because it was giving to her from me as a symbol of us getting married than anything else. I dunno. I just wish I could give her and the girls more than what I've given them now. I mean....SHIT....we're living with my MOTHER
for fucks sake. Allright. Enough of the bullshit ranting. The four of us are fine. Still slightly agrivated because of my grandmother and her happy horse shit. Got a job offer from my step-father to remodel a church. Decent money. 9 or 10$/hr. From about 6 am - 4 or 5 pm and I'll be working at Pizza Hut at a delivery driver for tips. So things shouldn't be all that bad.
Was reading up on some of my friends' entries. Caught sight of thesqueak's journal. An ex girlfriend of mine who turned into a semi-friend just by way of attempting to keep contact with one another on the basis of friendship BEFORE we were together. Kind of a common thing with online relationships, I guess. But either way, she is to be wed to a guy (for privacy sake, I shall keep the two of them nameless) who she's been with for a couple of years (?) now. Kinda bummed me out while looking at her entry entitled "Wedding Progress" (Which is the link I used with.) I just feel bad because I can't afford to give Kaylea that type of wedding. You know the type. The kind that all women, regardless of what they want it to look like, deserve. It's kinda of frustrating that the only reason that she even has an engagement ring is because my mother gave me her old one from when she and dad were married. It's not even sized to fit Kay's finger, much less something to look at. The band is thin and the diamond is nothing more than a 1k stone. It's sad. Kinda looks like something that a diamond shit out rather than something that deserves to be on her finger. I hate it. She says she loves it but I think it's more of the fact that it's because it was giving to her from me as a symbol of us getting married than anything else. I dunno. I just wish I could give her and the girls more than what I've given them now. I mean....SHIT....we're living with my MOTHER
for fucks sake. Allright. Enough of the bullshit ranting. The four of us are fine. Still slightly agrivated because of my grandmother and her happy horse shit. Got a job offer from my step-father to remodel a church. Decent money. 9 or 10$/hr. From about 6 am - 4 or 5 pm and I'll be working at Pizza Hut at a delivery driver for tips. So things shouldn't be all that bad.