Okay after having a slight um...hiccup I will call it, because if I use a more harsh word it makes me seem even more pathetic than I already feel, I do actually want to update a little.
Today was absolutely fantastic. As far as the weather goes, at least. The doings and goings on mostly sucked. . .besides the $5 for 2 pairs of tights I scored at JCPennys when I went in to look for dresses for my mother and I. It is Sunday, so of course it is sweatpants/dress/skirt day. I'm so happy that it is finally getting warm and I can break out the dresses. Speaking of dresses, I got this one at Target this week. There was another one that I wanted, but I could not justify spending $50 on two dresses when I have other things I still need to pay for. Not that I couldn't afford it though. I might go back this week, after I get my check and pay a few things off and get another one. Like Carol said today, I just want to wear dresses and rompers when I'm not at work, as long as the weather is nice. And even when it is raining too. :) TODAY. I went and got lunch for Corey and I, and went to the shack for a few hours. We spent a while enjoying the outside and the sun, I'm hoping to make my freckles pop early this year. . .and I figured I wouldn't get any pigmentation, but I got a burn on my shoulders (whoop whoop!)! For those of you who don't know, I usually don't change color at all...or at least I haven't for the last few years, so this is kind of exciting. I also entwined dandelions in my braid and I felt a lot like Rapunzel. It was. . . nice. Then we did the mother's day stuff.
It was sweet of you to inform me that Will had died, even if I did already know. I guess I never really went into that, but really, I didn't feel anything when I found out. I had maybe a five second thought process about it , ending in "well he shoulda made different choices". My parents seemed a little perturbed that it didn't bother me more. I don't know how he died though, which is something I would maybe like to find out, but I'm not going to go calling his mother to find out. She's a very...dominating lady and I do not want to deal with her.
This past week was. I don't know. I swirl back and forth and round and round about whether or not my relationship bothers me. It's confusing some times. For me. Probably not at all for him. And with work, things get. . . interesting sometimes. I don't really know how to talk about this because I feel like I'm tiptoeing around people's sensibilities. I don't want people that I care about to judge me in a negative way. And just worrying about that shows that I'm not entirely comfortable with what I'm doing. That right there is what bothers me. This might have to end up being one of those things I just write down in a notebook. . . the only problem with that is that my maj enjoys going through things I've written down. *le sigh*
I've been productive in the art world. Or at least, my art world. Proven by the semi mess around my bed. I'm kind of in the process of picking that up, but I wanted to update because. . . well it felt like the right time and I'm finally not all ~argh~. I also think I have allergies or something. I've been stuffed up and sniffling all day and it's really annoying.
And this summer, I want to go camping.
It was sweet of you to inform me that Will had died, even if I did already know. I guess I never really went into that, but really, I didn't feel anything when I found out. I had maybe a five second thought process about it , ending in "well he shoulda made different choices". My parents seemed a little perturbed that it didn't bother me more. I don't know how he died though, which is something I would maybe like to find out, but I'm not going to go calling his mother to find out. She's a very...dominating lady and I do not want to deal with her.
This past week was. I don't know. I swirl back and forth and round and round about whether or not my relationship bothers me. It's confusing some times. For me. Probably not at all for him. And with work, things get. . . interesting sometimes. I don't really know how to talk about this because I feel like I'm tiptoeing around people's sensibilities. I don't want people that I care about to judge me in a negative way. And just worrying about that shows that I'm not entirely comfortable with what I'm doing. That right there is what bothers me. This might have to end up being one of those things I just write down in a notebook. . . the only problem with that is that my maj enjoys going through things I've written down. *le sigh*
And this summer, I want to go camping.
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