You suck. You’re keeping my boyfriend from coming to see me and preventing me from sharing a donut with him.
I hate you.
I almost got a puppy for the summer.
My friend is moving and she and her husband have a nice place to stay for the summer for free. Only problem is they won’t let them have their dog there. He is a little 7 pound, chihuahua and terrier mix who doesn’t bark. He is adorable and well trained and a complete sweetheart. He is her little baby. She doesn’t want to just let anyone watch him and can’t put him in a kennel for the summer. They are getting a new place around August 1 and then she can have her baby back. I told her I would ask my mom since we don’t have a dog right now and Ava and I would give that dog more love than it probably wants.
I almost had my mom convinced. She started out with “No, no, no, no.” But as I kept talking, she softened up and started considering it. Then I mentioned that it would be temporary, only until August 1. She wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of him when Kev and I leave for school. Then I lost her. She was going to say yes to keeping him. But we decided that it would be too much loss for Ava to deal with losing the puppy, then me and Kev, and then having to start school. We figured she wouldn’t be able to handle that. We told Juliette that we want to help her baby but that we have to think about our own little baby. She understands.
I just stinks because I was so excited for this little guy. He would be perfect!
Even though I worked 12 hours then had to spend another hour walking home, it was a good day. I had fun, made money, and got to see some friends. I really do like the people I work with.
It was a really good day.
I had such a good night tonight with some friends. I got together with the “SJR group…plus Katie”. This group consists of several people whom I went to grade school with and one girl who went to high school with some of us and is a cousin of one of the other girls.
This group was started by Mary Kate who has been one of my best friends since 3rd grade. It was always me, her, and Rachel. We took the same bus as Bobby and Jeff. As the years went on we met John and Joe and they instantly absorbed into our group. Then there was Julia. Elizabeth and Bill joined later and at one point we had Heather. Katie is Rachel’s cousin and went to high school with most of us so we include her.
Our original group was Mary Kate, Rachel, me, John, Joe, Bobby, Jeff, and Julia. Perfectly balanced between males and females. Slowly Jeff phased himself out and rarely meets up with us anymore and Julia is very confrontational and doesn’t mix well with the group. She has been in and out of the group for years.
Mary Kate, Rachel, Joe, John, Bobby, and I have stayed really close for years and it makes me happy that when the other members of our little group come and go, we remain. Even after our little get-togethers, we are always the last to leave and we stay behind a while just talking.
Elizabeth and Bill didn’t really join in with us until high school and after. But they are fun to have around and it’s nice to see them. Heather occasionally joins us but due to recent tensions among the group and other priorities for her, she doesn’t come around as much. Katie always just comes for a little and hangs out with us. Jeff rarely appears and Julia is a sometimes attendant.
The core group of six is still strong and we keep making plans to hang out more and more often. It makes me really happy. I love that we still see each other and are still able to be such good friends after all these years. It is rare to still be such close friends with people from grade school. We are blessed.
I truly love these people. They are some of the greastest people I know.
I’m kinda bored.
The sunshine gives me hope.
I love chocolate chip muffins.
I need dance and theatre back in my life right now.
I hate summer.
I need my boys.
I hate summer.
I need to figure out how to fix myself.
I hate everything.
Every time I’m home, I feel wrong. Nothing feels right. I’m not happy here, at all. I love my family but being here is not good for me. Every second I spend here makes me want to cry.
The nights are the worst. Most nights I do cry.
I don’t know why.
I guess I’m just not strong enough. I’m just a weak person.
I just don’t know what to do anymore.