I wanna be sedated
It’s the end of an exhausting week. Yay. I’m sitting here, talking to Anson and contemplating going to bed
Tomorrow I’m gunna try to get up in time to go to Pilates and go up to the Village with Kim. Last night Kim asked this guy Steve to Sadie Hawkins and he agreed, and now she needs something to wear, so I get to be the cool big sister and help her pick out something, most likely at Hollister.
In the meantime, I need to find a top that would match my great-grandma’s Kirchweich skirt for prom. It’s in May, but these things just sneak up on you without warning. If nothing turns up I could find a dress at Salvation Army and revamp it. I’m wondering if Dave would take me up there tomorrow, but I doubt it. He worked at the both Day Labor place and Joe’s Crab Shack today. He’s still working as I type this. And he’ll still be working for two more hours after I go to sleep.
* sigh * My poor tired Dave. I miss him soo much. I cant wait to see him tomorrow. But whenever I miss him the most, I realize how our souls are always intertwined together, so I’m never without him and he’s never without me. We can go out with our friends, go about work school whatever and not have to feel like we’ve been amputated because of it. That’s the love I’ve always wanted. Not psychotic or obsessive. And it feels so good. (And the fact that we share similar experiences through Ryan and Dawn defiantly push the wanting-to-have-a-non-obsessive-relationship-thingy).
On a less serious note, I made Dave a journal. I’m giving him the password and everything tomorrow. He’s on Opendiary right now, but that site sucks balls and a half. I’ll always be a Livejournal whore :-p
I feel really bad. Erica invited me to come see her perform at Dessert Theater tonight, but I couldn’t get a ride. My dad broke his right elbow (shattered it completely), so my mom has to go out and drive everyone everywhere. I feel bad for my dad too. We have never really had the best relationship and Sunday we got into a big fight and I told him I hated him. But until he shattered his elbow, I never realized how he’s just a human being. I know he’s scared of having surgery and I’m going to try to be at the hospital Thursday. No matter what shit we’ve been through or who hurt whom, he’s my dad and he needs his family. And no matter what family always comes first.
Tomorrow I’m gunna try to get up in time to go to Pilates and go up to the Village with Kim. Last night Kim asked this guy Steve to Sadie Hawkins and he agreed, and now she needs something to wear, so I get to be the cool big sister and help her pick out something, most likely at Hollister.
In the meantime, I need to find a top that would match my great-grandma’s Kirchweich skirt for prom. It’s in May, but these things just sneak up on you without warning. If nothing turns up I could find a dress at Salvation Army and revamp it. I’m wondering if Dave would take me up there tomorrow, but I doubt it. He worked at the both Day Labor place and Joe’s Crab Shack today. He’s still working as I type this. And he’ll still be working for two more hours after I go to sleep.
* sigh * My poor tired Dave. I miss him soo much. I cant wait to see him tomorrow. But whenever I miss him the most, I realize how our souls are always intertwined together, so I’m never without him and he’s never without me. We can go out with our friends, go about work school whatever and not have to feel like we’ve been amputated because of it. That’s the love I’ve always wanted. Not psychotic or obsessive. And it feels so good. (And the fact that we share similar experiences through Ryan and Dawn defiantly push the wanting-to-have-a-non-obsessive-relationship-thingy).
On a less serious note, I made Dave a journal. I’m giving him the password and everything tomorrow. He’s on Opendiary right now, but that site sucks balls and a half. I’ll always be a Livejournal whore :-p
I feel really bad. Erica invited me to come see her perform at Dessert Theater tonight, but I couldn’t get a ride. My dad broke his right elbow (shattered it completely), so my mom has to go out and drive everyone everywhere. I feel bad for my dad too. We have never really had the best relationship and Sunday we got into a big fight and I told him I hated him. But until he shattered his elbow, I never realized how he’s just a human being. I know he’s scared of having surgery and I’m going to try to be at the hospital Thursday. No matter what shit we’ve been through or who hurt whom, he’s my dad and he needs his family. And no matter what family always comes first.