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So my computer is really slow, so I didn't comment on anybody's entries. But I read them, I swear, and I giggled at the funny stuff and huffed at the bad stuff. Everything is aok by me.
Anyways, thanks for all the support that you guys gave me with my last post about me and Ben, and super extra thanks to Katelyn for sending me the pretty rose with the lovely comment. I probably won't call any of you for now, but my time won't be taken up by very many things, so I will eventually. I miss you guys. Seriously.
Yeah. Yesterday was a fiasco. I took my bed apart and moved (well, watched my parents moved as I am muscularily challenged.) a big fat fold out couch into my room. I wanted to keep it for when I move out because it's delightfully kitschy. It kind of smells funny and has this wierd feeling to it like when you pet a dog in a trashy house. But you know. It's a fold out couch. I cannot stress to you enough how much I think that rocks.
But needless to say now I have to move everything in my room around. But now I have room to move things because I have a fold out couch. After that, I'm going to make a cassette tape into a belt buckle and do other crafty things.
Things are okay with Ben. We tried talking about what went wrong in our relationship and he just ended up calling me a bitch and yelling at me. Basically, all I did was tell him that sometimes he made me feel bad for liking the things that I like. That kind of gives you an idea of what's happening with that. But we're still trying really hard to be friends and talk to eachother, we're just totally not ready to talk about things. Casual conversation only. But yeah, I'm feeling a lot better about myself after all this. I feel a like a little diva who won't take anyone's crap. I also feel like not taking anyone's crap. This is a good feeling. Needless to say, if things do work out and we do get back together, there's going to be a lot of changes on his part. I'm no longer following anybody around.
Well, gonna go eat something (mr. noodles. GAY) and start on my room followed by crafternooning. (Kaitlin, that was props to you.) Update more later. Later this week.
Anyways, thanks for all the support that you guys gave me with my last post about me and Ben, and super extra thanks to Katelyn for sending me the pretty rose with the lovely comment. I probably won't call any of you for now, but my time won't be taken up by very many things, so I will eventually. I miss you guys. Seriously.
Yeah. Yesterday was a fiasco. I took my bed apart and moved (well, watched my parents moved as I am muscularily challenged.) a big fat fold out couch into my room. I wanted to keep it for when I move out because it's delightfully kitschy. It kind of smells funny and has this wierd feeling to it like when you pet a dog in a trashy house. But you know. It's a fold out couch. I cannot stress to you enough how much I think that rocks.
But needless to say now I have to move everything in my room around. But now I have room to move things because I have a fold out couch. After that, I'm going to make a cassette tape into a belt buckle and do other crafty things.
Things are okay with Ben. We tried talking about what went wrong in our relationship and he just ended up calling me a bitch and yelling at me. Basically, all I did was tell him that sometimes he made me feel bad for liking the things that I like. That kind of gives you an idea of what's happening with that. But we're still trying really hard to be friends and talk to eachother, we're just totally not ready to talk about things. Casual conversation only. But yeah, I'm feeling a lot better about myself after all this. I feel a like a little diva who won't take anyone's crap. I also feel like not taking anyone's crap. This is a good feeling. Needless to say, if things do work out and we do get back together, there's going to be a lot of changes on his part. I'm no longer following anybody around.
Well, gonna go eat something (mr. noodles. GAY) and start on my room followed by crafternooning. (Kaitlin, that was props to you.) Update more later. Later this week.