So, I'm home now. And I'm very glad to be. I love being at my aunt's house, but, there really is nothing quite like sleeping in your own bed.
What really surprised me is how much I missed my dad. He really is amazing. My dad and I have had a really spotty history, before I moved in with him, when I lived with my mom, he very rarely called or visited or anything. And it really hurt me, and sometimes it still makes me sad when I think about it, considering he knew what my mom was like. But, he is still perfect in my eyes. And always will be. Lately I have been just itching to move out, but then when I saw my dad's face today it reminded me how much he really means to me. I love my dad.
As soon as I woke up this morning, I downed a few more chocolate chip cookies, and watched the last four episodes of season four of Supernatural with my aunt and uncle. And I really can't wait to find out what happens next. I figure I'll torrent season five now, and buy it on DVD when it comes out. So addictive.
Then we made the two hour drive back to my city, and they stayed and chatted with my parents for a while.
Before I took a shower I was tempted to weigh myself... But instead I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning, for accuracy. Terrified. Thankfully, when I got home today there was the new issue of Seventeen waiting for me (with Rihanna on the cover, I'm not a huge fan of her music but on a personal level I think she is a wonderful role model and a beautiful woman) and it has this whole six week workout plan thing in it that I think I'll try. It'll take me less than two weeks to get back to the shape and weight I was at before I went to Tampa, but there's no harm in being healthier.
I got a text from Posh Spice's mom today, asking about my Fourth of July plans. It made my day. I love hearing from her. I miss her so much. Posh Spice's house was pretty much my second home, and I was really close with his mom and his grandparents. So, breaking up not only messed up the relationship and friendship we had, but it tore me away from these wonderful people who had become my family. That was definitely one of the hardest parts of being dumped. I still miss them and think about them every day.
It's so good to be home.
Jack's Mannequin just came on my itunes (it's on shuffle) and for a brief moment, I was shot back through time, I was fourteen years old again, wearing sharpie-covered Converse and purple dye in my hair, not caring about anything but the music. Feeling emotions I didn't quite understand yet.
But of course, just as every song ends (now Tame Impala is playing), so did that stage in my life. I never would've imagined at fourteen years old that my life would be the way it is, right this second. And that was only three years ago. If you had told me back then that over the next few years I would find the courage to move out of my mom's house, start over at a brand new high school, get in with the "wrong crowd" but then pull myself back out, stop throwing up, befriend the most beautiful people I've ever seen, fall in love with my best friend, get totally torn apart by said best friend after the most intense and involved relationship ever, graduate high school in one piece, and end up pre-majoring in psych, I would have looked at you like you were crazy. At the rate I was going, I was almost positive I was going to off myself before it was all over with. I never told anybody that. Mostly because I always had hope. I couldn't see a world past the one I was living in then, but I had faith that it was there anyways. And I try and apply that concept to every other part of my life, to this day.
Anyway. That's all for now folks. See you tomorrow.
Weight: We'll see tomorrow, won't we?
Pre-life crisis related tantrums had this summer: 2
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