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{June 22, 2008}   Interesting…

It’s been an interesting past few days.

I’ve loved, I’ve hated, and I’ve blown hundreds of dollars.

My little sisters birthday was on Wednesday, so (since i have a job, and money now) i got her some nice presents, and spent the day with her, and helped my mom suprise her with her “big” birthday present. She also graduated elementary school on Thursday, and had her birthday party yesterday. Ive done ALOT for her these past few days. and it turns out she didn’t want me at her birthday party…. so i went on a double date with the love of my life and my best friend and her man-friend. We saw Get Smart. (It was awesome :] and funny and witty and clever. ) then i went with the boyfriend to see his new house in Quarts Hill (Yes, i know. hes moving to QUARTS HILL! AUUUGH so far awayyyy :’[ gah) and we... well, hung out. :] But the day before this, me and my love went down to LA so i could buy my fender and bumper for my car. OMGGG. LA traffic is AWFUL. LA weather is AWFUL. LA people are AWFUL. LA is AWFUL. granted we were in like the super-ghetto, but still. I’m SOO glad i brought my boyfriend with me. i probably woulda been mugged or raped without him. no lie. but hey, at least we got the parts. and for pretty cheap too. Then today was the craziest. I woke up at 9. i was SUPPOSED to go help my love move. BUT my dad decides to be a butthole and make me help him take stuff to the dump from my grandmas house. Which-i knew about, but com’on, who wants to do that?? and i had to go to work at 12, so i didnt wanna get dirty. and moving wont make me dirty. But i guess i didn’t give my had a good enough heads up about it, so i had to help at my grandmas. But i was able to escape early because i had to take my mom to work at 11 so i could have the car to go to work at 12. i proceeded to go help my boyfriend move in that 45 minutes i had to kill-only to discover that almost my whole posse is already there helping! so i got to help and hang out for a while. then i was almost late to work because i was watching my love’s baby sister (who is the CUTEST baby in the WORLD!!!) and i had to change in my car. that was fun. work was pretty boring, and tiring, but i got to work with my friends… so thats cool. THEN i had to come home, buy stuff for dinner, and clean up, get yelled at for my ‘hissy fit’ from this morning, etc etc. and i was suprisingly allowed to go out and see a movie with some people from work (ironic, i know-right?) (Get Smart, again, fyi) and that got out at 12:45ish. so then (since i didnt drive) i get drug over to my other friend who is at this party with all these drunks who are smoking and stuff. and theyre all pervy guys. i didnt wanna be there becaue A) i was tired. B) i had to pee, and i DID NOT wanna pee there. C) i was very thirsty but i didnt want beer. and D) i didnt wanna get in trouble for being late. (which i think i did… :/) so yeah. busy day. busy busy day(s). sorry i havent posted in a while, i’ve not had the time or energy….

however, i’ll try to be consistent. :]

<3

ilovemyboyfriend(on a side note)



Not really… It was actually an enjoyable cinematic adventure.

BUT; i work at the local movie theatres. And I have to deal with all the assholes that go to see the movie.

All the assholes that talk SO loud while waiting in line, i wanna stab myself in my non-deaf ear. All the assholes that leave the theater looking like they let loose a wild moose (And the same goes for the bathrooms). And all the assholes that give me attitude when i just want to do my job properly. Ugh. Actually, I’m not sure which is worse-the asshole customers, or the asshole employees. Seriously, i got so much shit today from everyone. AND i had a super long shift! gah. work sucks, but the pay is very nice to have.

And i was having a nice relaxing day until i had to go to work.

But seriously, Indcredible Hulk- good movie. it has Edward Norton and a bit of Robert Downey Jr.

thats like, “Would you like to orgasm?” “I have been the entire movie.”

yumm.

;]

Love,Peace&Grandma’s Fleece



{June 13, 2008}   He told me he loves me.

He did. :] True story.

Alright, alright, I mean- he HAS told me that he loves me before. We tell each other every day. But recently i’ve noticed that when he says it, he averts his eyes. he looks anywhere but at me when he says it. It didn’t really bother me or anything, i just thought it was weird, and felt a little impersonal-you know? Anyway; Last night we went to the midnight showing of Incredible Hulk with some friends, and afterward instead of going out to Dennys to eat with everyone, i drove my love home cause he was tired (I was driving my dad’s car due to mine not working). After sitting in front of his house for a while- you know, doing the usual; talking, kissing, etc…- he looked at me and said “i love you” In a way that… well honestly i don’t think i’ve heard him say in a while, at least. I dont know, i know its corny, but little things that mean everything to me. You know? Like, i dont care if he tells the whole world that he loves me, just as long as when its just me and him, he means it- not just saying, but meaning. The kind of ‘I love you” that makes me sure that i want to spend forever with him.

Aww, now its getting all mushy. :]

PeaceLove&ALackOfDrugs



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