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Things are...good I suppose. Actually, I don't really know. Things feel good to me, but there is so much going on outside that I have no idea about.
Ben is back. He got back on Friday. I went and picked him up that morning. I met his mom, step dad, and best friend. They're nice. His mom invited me to dinner, but we didn't end up going. I took Ben to Shari's, so he could have real coffee. We hung out with some of his friends when we got back in Sumner. He drank a lot of real coffee. I'm really glad that he's back, because I'm afraid that I'd be worrying too much about all of the bad things if he weren't. He has no idea.
So, I'm in trouble for one thing or another, so I decided to just screw it and leave the house...and go see Ben. This was yesterday. Then I went to work. I called my dad to ask how things were going without me, and he hung up on me. I was planning on maybe going home after work...but he hung up on me. So I went to Ben's. When I got home last night, my dad said that now, because I just do 'whatever the hell I want to, he's not going to pay for college. 'Oh, it's fine Jewell, just go out on your own, do what you will, but you're not going to get any support from me, that's fine.' I looked him dead in the eye and said 'Well, okay' and went to bed. For those of you who don't know, living with my parents is somewhat similar to being ruled by two 13 year old satanic children. It's awesome. So, right then and there, I decided that it's better for my mental health to decline my dad's money and get out a little bit. Hopefully FAFSA is on my side. I won't really be sad if I don't go to college. I'll go live with everyone that is going to college, I just won't go. I'll work. And save.
Which reminds me, Ben is going to go to Evergreen. He's going to get an apartment in Olympia in the early summertime. I can't believe that I'm getting so old, that I'm about to go to college, or non-college, and my boyfriend is too...to the same college. It scares me. But I'm excited.
So, it's almost as if I've got a new batch of friends, so to speak. I don't know what happened, I really don't. Alright, I do know what happened, and here it is - I've got 3 classes at Puyallup, and during those 3 classes, I see Sunny everyday, and just random friends maybe once a week. They never call me. I don't remember the last time that one of my old friends called me, no exaggeration. Kali, Mark, Andrea and Robin are in one of my classes at Pierce. I talk to them every day. Kali calls whenever she wants to hang out, and we usually hang out after school anyways. I honestly think that if I had a class with just one of my old friends, things would be a lot different. Of course I'm sad that we never talk, I'm really sad. Those are the girls that I grew up with, we learned together, and we grew from each other. I wish things were different, but they're not. I don't know why they don't call. It makes me feel...like shit mostly. It's like this stress of worrying where all my friends are...and they just don't ever call to tell me. Are they busy? Are they having fun? Or are they just as stressed and bored as me? I don't know, and that's sad.
Ben is back. He got back on Friday. I went and picked him up that morning. I met his mom, step dad, and best friend. They're nice. His mom invited me to dinner, but we didn't end up going. I took Ben to Shari's, so he could have real coffee. We hung out with some of his friends when we got back in Sumner. He drank a lot of real coffee. I'm really glad that he's back, because I'm afraid that I'd be worrying too much about all of the bad things if he weren't. He has no idea.
So, I'm in trouble for one thing or another, so I decided to just screw it and leave the house...and go see Ben. This was yesterday. Then I went to work. I called my dad to ask how things were going without me, and he hung up on me. I was planning on maybe going home after work...but he hung up on me. So I went to Ben's. When I got home last night, my dad said that now, because I just do 'whatever the hell I want to, he's not going to pay for college. 'Oh, it's fine Jewell, just go out on your own, do what you will, but you're not going to get any support from me, that's fine.' I looked him dead in the eye and said 'Well, okay' and went to bed. For those of you who don't know, living with my parents is somewhat similar to being ruled by two 13 year old satanic children. It's awesome. So, right then and there, I decided that it's better for my mental health to decline my dad's money and get out a little bit. Hopefully FAFSA is on my side. I won't really be sad if I don't go to college. I'll go live with everyone that is going to college, I just won't go. I'll work. And save.
Which reminds me, Ben is going to go to Evergreen. He's going to get an apartment in Olympia in the early summertime. I can't believe that I'm getting so old, that I'm about to go to college, or non-college, and my boyfriend is too...to the same college. It scares me. But I'm excited.
So, it's almost as if I've got a new batch of friends, so to speak. I don't know what happened, I really don't. Alright, I do know what happened, and here it is - I've got 3 classes at Puyallup, and during those 3 classes, I see Sunny everyday, and just random friends maybe once a week. They never call me. I don't remember the last time that one of my old friends called me, no exaggeration. Kali, Mark, Andrea and Robin are in one of my classes at Pierce. I talk to them every day. Kali calls whenever she wants to hang out, and we usually hang out after school anyways. I honestly think that if I had a class with just one of my old friends, things would be a lot different. Of course I'm sad that we never talk, I'm really sad. Those are the girls that I grew up with, we learned together, and we grew from each other. I wish things were different, but they're not. I don't know why they don't call. It makes me feel...like shit mostly. It's like this stress of worrying where all my friends are...and they just don't ever call to tell me. Are they busy? Are they having fun? Or are they just as stressed and bored as me? I don't know, and that's sad.