Greetings.
I still miss Joseph. I still worry. But I worry irrationally. Like, what if he meets some hot Irish chick and he never wants to come home? Or what if his plane pulls a LOST on the return flight? See? I have this constant worrying problem that I can't seem to get rid of. I am going over to his house to check on his dog tomorrow. It may make me feel better. I just really miss him. Maybe it'll help, I don't know.
I hate worrying all the time. I am a worrier. Especially when it comes to Joseph. Scratch that, almost ONLY when it comes to Joseph. Sure, I worry about my sisters, but not to this magnitude. I never succumb to irrational fears when it comes to them. But with Joseph, my worry-meter goes haywire. Is this bad? I know it isn't exactly WONDERFUL, but it can't be too bad, right?
...Right?
Hugz
HM
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
O, happy Dagger! this is thy sheath!
Greetings.
Joseph leaves for Ireland tomorrow @ 6:30 a.m. He technically leaves at 11:30, but you have to drive a LONG way to get to their airport, plus they have the Morton Curse: they are perpetually late, but they are determined not to be this time. Ugh, I don't want him to go and I am probably a horrible person for saying this but it is totally and completely true!
I saw him at church today. We hung out and I helped him with his costume for VBS because he can't seem to dress himself. That came out TOTALLY wrong, but he was just messing up his costume so much that I felt sorry for it. Mr. M too. Then after VBS, Mr. and Mrs. M invited me to have lunch at Mexicali with them and Mrs. Morton's mom. How could I say no? While I hate Mexican food, it was a chance to spend time with three of my favorite people in the world plus meet his only remaining grandparent.
After lunch, Mr. and Mrs. M took her mom home and Joseph and I went to Borders. It was a short walk and we talked the whole way. And, of course, he found the guidebook to GOD OF WAR III and he was dead to the world, the fact that he had his iPod on didn't help either. After a little while of that, I had to go home and pick up Bentley so he could get a birthday present for Mickie. (It's a gorgeous locket that we only paid $60 for. It was real gold. It was on clearance. We saved $232. Never again shall he dispute my bargain hunting skills.) Joseph walked me to my car and said good-bye.
And then I cried. I sat in Bev's car (mine was behind a gigantic trailer and Dad's had an engine problem so I had to use Bev's) and cried. I even accidentally made the horn honk because my head slammed down onto the wheel. I just bawled. I couldn't help it. Joseph was leaving. And I fell apart when he was in HAWAII. Now he's leaving the COUNTRY! I AM GOING TO GO BAT-CRAP CRAZY!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE ONE LAB ACCIDENT AWAY FROM BEING A SUPERVILLIAN!!!!!!
I can't stop being sad. I hate it when I am away from him. I wish I could see him all the time. But I can't. I already miss him!!!! I'm going to go cry again now. I feel like Juliet without her Romeo. Only I am not suicidal. Yet.
Hugz
HM
Joseph leaves for Ireland tomorrow @ 6:30 a.m. He technically leaves at 11:30, but you have to drive a LONG way to get to their airport, plus they have the Morton Curse: they are perpetually late, but they are determined not to be this time. Ugh, I don't want him to go and I am probably a horrible person for saying this but it is totally and completely true!
I saw him at church today. We hung out and I helped him with his costume for VBS because he can't seem to dress himself. That came out TOTALLY wrong, but he was just messing up his costume so much that I felt sorry for it. Mr. M too. Then after VBS, Mr. and Mrs. M invited me to have lunch at Mexicali with them and Mrs. Morton's mom. How could I say no? While I hate Mexican food, it was a chance to spend time with three of my favorite people in the world plus meet his only remaining grandparent.
After lunch, Mr. and Mrs. M took her mom home and Joseph and I went to Borders. It was a short walk and we talked the whole way. And, of course, he found the guidebook to GOD OF WAR III and he was dead to the world, the fact that he had his iPod on didn't help either. After a little while of that, I had to go home and pick up Bentley so he could get a birthday present for Mickie. (It's a gorgeous locket that we only paid $60 for. It was real gold. It was on clearance. We saved $232. Never again shall he dispute my bargain hunting skills.) Joseph walked me to my car and said good-bye.
And then I cried. I sat in Bev's car (mine was behind a gigantic trailer and Dad's had an engine problem so I had to use Bev's) and cried. I even accidentally made the horn honk because my head slammed down onto the wheel. I just bawled. I couldn't help it. Joseph was leaving. And I fell apart when he was in HAWAII. Now he's leaving the COUNTRY! I AM GOING TO GO BAT-CRAP CRAZY!!!!! I AM GOING TO BE ONE LAB ACCIDENT AWAY FROM BEING A SUPERVILLIAN!!!!!!
I can't stop being sad. I hate it when I am away from him. I wish I could see him all the time. But I can't. I already miss him!!!! I'm going to go cry again now. I feel like Juliet without her Romeo. Only I am not suicidal. Yet.
Hugz
HM
Friday, July 23, 2010
Bestest Best Best Best Day EVERRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Greetings.
I had the BEST day in the entire history of my friendship with Joseph. I swear, possibly even the best day EVER in the ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! I am on cloud nine and you know why???? I spent the entirety of yesterday from noon to about 10:30 with Joseph. Ten and a half blissful hours of just me and him, for the most part.
Okay, noon (yes I am going to give you a complete rundown of the day, pretty much) I get there and we go into the den (no doors, darn it, just kidding) and watch some videos on YouTube. I showed him "The Saga Begins" by Weird Al Yankovic (best STAR WARS parody ever, except for YODA, also by Weird Al) and two Monty Python sketches and he showed me some PS3 commercials with that Kevin Butler guy. He's funny. After, we go into his room because his mom was giving a piano lesson so we had to shut the door (nothing hinky, I swear on my mother's life, other than the occasional poking war) and I watched him play "Team Fortress 2". He won most often, but when he lost, he lost SPECTACULARLY.
A little while later, his mom had to leave so she wanted us to move out into the family room so we did. And she left. We played "Super Smash Bros. Brawl" and at one point, I kept pausing and he got a little faux-irritated at me. So he moved over to the loveseat (no comment) I was sitting on, I used his knees as a footrest, and continued the game. A few minutes later I did the same thing only this time we were fighting over the controller. Next thing I know, we are on the floor wrestling for no apparent reason. Like seriously wrestling, no euphemisms anywhere. I think I bruised my shoulder. I got the best of him, whether he wants to admit it or not. Every time he thought he had me pinned, I'd get up (What? I'm a big girl with FANTASTIC upper body strength!) and twice I had him in a chokehold. (Not a real one, just one where he would pretty much have to say "uncle" and he did) Twice, when he had me pinned, I said, "Do you have ANY idea how bad this looks if your mom comes home right now?" And it did look bad but it was SOOOOOOOO fun. Finally, we gave up and went back to gaming until his mom got home.
We ordered pizza, watched that new show THE GOOD GUYS, and then we went back to his room and watched INVADER ZIM until I had to go home. Honestly, I never wanted to leave. I love his house, I love his parents, and I hate my house. Dad yelling, Bev never home, and Bentley not speaking to me. One big happy FRICKING family. I want to move in with Nana and Gramps (that's where I've been since Tuesday) or, God forbid, with Joseph and Mr. and Mrs. M.
I just had the best day with the guy I love. I wanted to take him and kiss him... And the wrestling was fun. (It was innocent, I swear)
Hugz and hugz and hugz and hugz to infinity
HM
I had the BEST day in the entire history of my friendship with Joseph. I swear, possibly even the best day EVER in the ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!! I am on cloud nine and you know why???? I spent the entirety of yesterday from noon to about 10:30 with Joseph. Ten and a half blissful hours of just me and him, for the most part.
Okay, noon (yes I am going to give you a complete rundown of the day, pretty much) I get there and we go into the den (no doors, darn it, just kidding) and watch some videos on YouTube. I showed him "The Saga Begins" by Weird Al Yankovic (best STAR WARS parody ever, except for YODA, also by Weird Al) and two Monty Python sketches and he showed me some PS3 commercials with that Kevin Butler guy. He's funny. After, we go into his room because his mom was giving a piano lesson so we had to shut the door (nothing hinky, I swear on my mother's life, other than the occasional poking war) and I watched him play "Team Fortress 2". He won most often, but when he lost, he lost SPECTACULARLY.
A little while later, his mom had to leave so she wanted us to move out into the family room so we did. And she left. We played "Super Smash Bros. Brawl" and at one point, I kept pausing and he got a little faux-irritated at me. So he moved over to the loveseat (no comment) I was sitting on, I used his knees as a footrest, and continued the game. A few minutes later I did the same thing only this time we were fighting over the controller. Next thing I know, we are on the floor wrestling for no apparent reason. Like seriously wrestling, no euphemisms anywhere. I think I bruised my shoulder. I got the best of him, whether he wants to admit it or not. Every time he thought he had me pinned, I'd get up (What? I'm a big girl with FANTASTIC upper body strength!) and twice I had him in a chokehold. (Not a real one, just one where he would pretty much have to say "uncle" and he did) Twice, when he had me pinned, I said, "Do you have ANY idea how bad this looks if your mom comes home right now?" And it did look bad but it was SOOOOOOOO fun. Finally, we gave up and went back to gaming until his mom got home.
We ordered pizza, watched that new show THE GOOD GUYS, and then we went back to his room and watched INVADER ZIM until I had to go home. Honestly, I never wanted to leave. I love his house, I love his parents, and I hate my house. Dad yelling, Bev never home, and Bentley not speaking to me. One big happy FRICKING family. I want to move in with Nana and Gramps (that's where I've been since Tuesday) or, God forbid, with Joseph and Mr. and Mrs. M.
I just had the best day with the guy I love. I wanted to take him and kiss him... And the wrestling was fun. (It was innocent, I swear)
Hugz and hugz and hugz and hugz to infinity
HM
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sorry...
Greetings.
Sorry I haven't been posting much. I mean, it's summer. Not very many things are going on.
Well, we finished ALICE IN WONDERLAND on Saturday and it went well. Joseph, my dearest King of Hearts, and I, when we bowed together, got almost as much applause as Alice herself did. I mean, we were hamming it up. I pushed him around a lot and he went along with it. He was a spineless king and he did well. I miss him. I haven't seen him in a couple of days and he's leaving FOR IRELAND IN A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...Okay, I'm feeling a little better now. Okay, I lied. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.................(sigh) I'm fine. I am. I am I am I am I am oh my gosh I can't lie on my blog. It's like lying to my therapist. (Which I used to do a little bit anyways, but I like you readers better.) I don't want him to go. Is that wrong? I mean, he gets to go to IRELAND, which is where I also have ancestors. But then he's going IRELAAAAAAAAAND which is a continent AND a fricking OCEAN away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I shall now crawl up into a corner and cry.
Hugz
HM
Sorry I haven't been posting much. I mean, it's summer. Not very many things are going on.
Well, we finished ALICE IN WONDERLAND on Saturday and it went well. Joseph, my dearest King of Hearts, and I, when we bowed together, got almost as much applause as Alice herself did. I mean, we were hamming it up. I pushed him around a lot and he went along with it. He was a spineless king and he did well. I miss him. I haven't seen him in a couple of days and he's leaving FOR IRELAND IN A COUPLE OF DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...Okay, I'm feeling a little better now. Okay, I lied. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.................(sigh) I'm fine. I am. I am I am I am I am oh my gosh I can't lie on my blog. It's like lying to my therapist. (Which I used to do a little bit anyways, but I like you readers better.) I don't want him to go. Is that wrong? I mean, he gets to go to IRELAND, which is where I also have ancestors. But then he's going IRELAAAAAAAAAND which is a continent AND a fricking OCEAN away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I shall now crawl up into a corner and cry.
Hugz
HM
Monday, July 12, 2010
My Hair, My Way
Greetings.
Well, as you all should know I am the Queen of Hearts in ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Yay. And as a Heart, I think that red goes with it. Am I right? Well, to go with the character, I wanted to dye my outer layers of hair red. I always wanted red hair or black hair. But now Bev is saying I should leave my hair alone. She says my skin is too dark for blonde, too light for black, and I look stupid with red. SHE DYES HER HAIR ONCE A MONTH AND IT'S NOT EVEN HER NATURAL COLOR TO KEEP THE GRAY OUT AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN EXPERIMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish she would leave my head alone. It's my head. She says she doesn't care but she says it with more baloney than the meat aisle of an Albertson's.
I hate my natural hair color. It's the most mundane, dull, drab, crappy color. It looks like fresh mud after the rain. Not smooth, like a Hershey bar, but like mud. Filthy mud. So ever since seventh grade, I have gotten highlights about once every three months. EVERYONE has loved my hair, be it blonde highlighted or red highlights. But apparently Bev always thought I looked stupid and DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING UNTIL ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did it ever cross her mind that maybe I WOULD LIKE TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I LOOK STUPID!!! And whenever she said my hair looked fabulous she was LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have told everyone I have ever met: I DO NOT CONDONE LYING. And omission (leaving stuff out on purpose) is a very sneaky form of lying.
The MINUTE I leave for college I am dying my hair black and cutting it chin length JUST to spite BOTH of my parents (Dad doesn't like may hair short whereas I like it when it's short).
Hugz
HM
Well, as you all should know I am the Queen of Hearts in ALICE IN WONDERLAND. Yay. And as a Heart, I think that red goes with it. Am I right? Well, to go with the character, I wanted to dye my outer layers of hair red. I always wanted red hair or black hair. But now Bev is saying I should leave my hair alone. She says my skin is too dark for blonde, too light for black, and I look stupid with red. SHE DYES HER HAIR ONCE A MONTH AND IT'S NOT EVEN HER NATURAL COLOR TO KEEP THE GRAY OUT AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN EXPERIMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish she would leave my head alone. It's my head. She says she doesn't care but she says it with more baloney than the meat aisle of an Albertson's.
I hate my natural hair color. It's the most mundane, dull, drab, crappy color. It looks like fresh mud after the rain. Not smooth, like a Hershey bar, but like mud. Filthy mud. So ever since seventh grade, I have gotten highlights about once every three months. EVERYONE has loved my hair, be it blonde highlighted or red highlights. But apparently Bev always thought I looked stupid and DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING UNTIL ABOUT HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did it ever cross her mind that maybe I WOULD LIKE TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I LOOK STUPID!!! And whenever she said my hair looked fabulous she was LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have told everyone I have ever met: I DO NOT CONDONE LYING. And omission (leaving stuff out on purpose) is a very sneaky form of lying.
The MINUTE I leave for college I am dying my hair black and cutting it chin length JUST to spite BOTH of my parents (Dad doesn't like may hair short whereas I like it when it's short).
Hugz
HM
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Independence Day (also Homecoming)
Greetings.
It's been a while since I have posted something. I don't know where to start, so I'll start with today.
As you can tell, today is Independence Day, the Fourth of July. The day all the furniture stores have monster sales that save you 'Washingtons". Cheap paper plates, tri-tip, and fireworks are very common around my house on 7/4. Bentley and Dad work on our backyard for our big Independence Day bonanza like cleaning off the patio and scrubbing the pool while Bev and I vacuum and dust and Windex and mop and do everything on the inside. I hate cleaning. Organizing I can do, cleaning, not a chance. Unless I'm paid.
Then the usuals come over: Ally, Colleen, Wanda, Robert Clay, Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Jeremy, and Josie Lowell, a few stragglers whose names I have never bothered to learn, and sometimes our neighbors from across the street, the Andersons. Joy Ann has been quite smitten with Bentley for as long as I can remember. And I had a crush on her older brother Corbin when I was little. We all swim, eat barbecue, and then wait for dark to start the fireworks. Joy Ann, Bentley, Colleen, and some of the stragglers' littler ones have fun with sparklers. Sometimes Ally and I join in but I'm not a big sparklers girl. Bev hides in the house; she's a pyrophobe. Then as soon as the sun sets, Dad breaks out the good stuff. I'm not talking about sissy Piccolo Petes here (please, no, they give me headaches) I'm talking big ol' honking dinosaur fireworks. While Bev is a pyrophobe, Bentley and Dad are pyromaniacs. They LOVE their fire. I am flexible either way. But I like 7/4 because I get to see Ally. I STILL have her birthday presents from MAY.
Another thing; I was working Vacation Bible School with the kids and Joseph was playing (ironically) Joseph, like the guy with the coat with a lot of colors, in the VBS skit thing. Beforehand, he was just being really... playful. He was messing with my face, like pushing it around and stuff, and I asked him why. He just shrugged and said "I dunno." It was great...
I actually like working with the kids. I'm really good with kids. They like me too. I know how to talk to them, Bev says. Now I'm torn between teaching elementary or high school students. I love the little kids, ideally I'd teach third or second grade, but I want to teach a high school curriculum. I even have extra credit assignments ready, assignments that I can't do with little kids. And I just want t teach both. I love both. I'm torn...
Hugz
HM
It's been a while since I have posted something. I don't know where to start, so I'll start with today.
As you can tell, today is Independence Day, the Fourth of July. The day all the furniture stores have monster sales that save you 'Washingtons". Cheap paper plates, tri-tip, and fireworks are very common around my house on 7/4. Bentley and Dad work on our backyard for our big Independence Day bonanza like cleaning off the patio and scrubbing the pool while Bev and I vacuum and dust and Windex and mop and do everything on the inside. I hate cleaning. Organizing I can do, cleaning, not a chance. Unless I'm paid.
Then the usuals come over: Ally, Colleen, Wanda, Robert Clay, Aunt Gertie, Uncle Sam, Jeremy, and Josie Lowell, a few stragglers whose names I have never bothered to learn, and sometimes our neighbors from across the street, the Andersons. Joy Ann has been quite smitten with Bentley for as long as I can remember. And I had a crush on her older brother Corbin when I was little. We all swim, eat barbecue, and then wait for dark to start the fireworks. Joy Ann, Bentley, Colleen, and some of the stragglers' littler ones have fun with sparklers. Sometimes Ally and I join in but I'm not a big sparklers girl. Bev hides in the house; she's a pyrophobe. Then as soon as the sun sets, Dad breaks out the good stuff. I'm not talking about sissy Piccolo Petes here (please, no, they give me headaches) I'm talking big ol' honking dinosaur fireworks. While Bev is a pyrophobe, Bentley and Dad are pyromaniacs. They LOVE their fire. I am flexible either way. But I like 7/4 because I get to see Ally. I STILL have her birthday presents from MAY.
Another thing; I was working Vacation Bible School with the kids and Joseph was playing (ironically) Joseph, like the guy with the coat with a lot of colors, in the VBS skit thing. Beforehand, he was just being really... playful. He was messing with my face, like pushing it around and stuff, and I asked him why. He just shrugged and said "I dunno." It was great...
I actually like working with the kids. I'm really good with kids. They like me too. I know how to talk to them, Bev says. Now I'm torn between teaching elementary or high school students. I love the little kids, ideally I'd teach third or second grade, but I want to teach a high school curriculum. I even have extra credit assignments ready, assignments that I can't do with little kids. And I just want t teach both. I love both. I'm torn...
Hugz
HM
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