Old post

So I saved this as a draft because I didn't know if I should post it because it's so negative.



But it's such an interesting story and such a huge turning point between Ben and me.



So I decided to post it.



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11/5/08








Yep.


I met Satan last night.





Her name is Kathy.


As in Ben's mom.





She honestly hates me.


I am NOT exaggerating.


Or trying to be funny.


Or witty.


Or dramatic.





I'm serious.





Previously Ben's parentals made rules such as the following:





1. I'm not allowed to spend the night there anymore in order to motivated Ben to move out.


(fair enough. . .)





2. I'm not allowed to be at their house when nobody else is. (I understand . . .)





3. I'm not allowed to have dinner at their house???? . . . . . ( Bull . )





Seriously????!!!!





Apparently I am only allowed to be at their house when Ben is.


Neither of us knew THAT rule existed so when I found out his dad was in Chicago last night on a business trip and Ben wasn't getting off work 'till 7pm I decided I would hang out with his mom and keep her company.





How inconsiderate of me.


I should be ashamed of myself to think such atrocities. . .





I guess she wanted the house to herself and when I came over she was not a happy camper.


Ben brought home a pizza to bake since his mom didn't make dinner (neither of us expected her to) and I accidentally left the pizza on the cardboard plate and it made a really funny smell when it was cooking.


Nothing happened to the pizza or the oven . . . it just made a weird smell.


So I said whoops and took the cardboard out.


No biggie right?


Wrong.





All hell broke loose.


She bitched and yelled at me . . . over cardboard.


Then when she went to bed, she texted Tom (Ben's dad) a nasty, vicious text message about me and how I come over to much and blah blah blah.





. . . . . . she accidentally sent it to Ben's cell.


Which was right next to me.


I opened it.


Read it.


Showed it to Ben.





Then HE lost it.





Yeah.


He went upstairs, showed his mom the text, she said whoops and then DEFENDED herself. . . as if she did nothing hurtful or wrong.





. . . so





apparently when I would come over to there house before Ben got off work and ate dinner with his family. . . I was breaking a rule.





When I was hanging out with his parents, getting to know them better and letting them get to know me . . . I was breaking a rule.





When his parents repeatedly told me "dont be a stranger!" and "come over anytime". . . they were lying???





You see, they do all of these nice things like take specifically me and Ben out to dinner with them, or buy me a mountain bike for my birthday . . . or let me stay at there house for a whole summer because my household was briefly in a state of chaos. . . .





Then they pull the rug out from underneath you.


Bite your head off.


Lemon in the wound.


Paper cuts between the fingers.





But come to find out it's all his mom's doing, and not his dad.


His dad and I get along great but I guess he's trying to make it seem like it's his doing as well, so the whole family doesn't hate Kathy.





And she does it to everyone who isn't biologically related to her.


Every girlfriend or boyfriend her children have ever had . . . . . she's tortured.





. . .





I don't think she realizes that if this continues, she will totally loose her son.


He was ready pack up and move right then . . . . but where.





Ben told me about his grandma in Ohio (that's where his parents grew up) and she was so horrible that she would spoil her grandchildren rotten but the grandchildren that her daughter adopted . . . she ignored.





Totally wicked step mother but . . . . wicked grandma.





(sigh)





I'm really trying not to hate right now.





Like,





REALLY





REALLY





trying.





I SO wanted to give her a piece of my mind when I read that text.





But no.





I just cried.





And it didn't help.







Honestly I don't know how someone, a mother, can be so purposely mean.

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Okay.

For the record. . .

she apologized.

And she meant it, I could tell.

And things are much better now that everyone understands where everyone else is coming from.

It's been really nice actually.

I just thought I would share a little bit of what I have to endure sometimes.

And I don't think she's really Satan.

FINALLY!

FI - NA- LLY!!!!!!

OMG!

OMG!

IT!

RAINED!


. . . .


I had to get that out.
I'm so happy.
Like.
SO
happy.

There is nothing better than a full day of rain on the weekend when you have nothing to do but sit in sweat pants and soak up the glory of God via the rain.

It's the best.

Ben and I talked and talked and planned and planned about how on the first rain of the season, we're going hiking.
Cuz that was the first thing he and I ever did just the two of us.
Kind of our first date? Maybe? Unofficial?

But yeah, so I wake up the morning after halloween (sooo tired) and I should be all groggy and stuff but no. I run down the hall to Ben's room, jump on his bed to wake him up and tell him is pouring out and just as he looks at me with that "why . . . the hell . . . are you jumping . . . on me." look, . . . . . he knows.

And then he jumps up!

And then spontaneously we walk outside and down the street to the doughnut shop to get coffee and also get soaked.

Naturally we were like "yeah! we're goin' on a hike today! whoo hoo!" . . . . nope.

we stayed inside.
happy as could be.
wii'ing.
He dominated me at pool and duck hunting.
I kicked his butt at golf and fishing.

good day.
good day.

Maybe we'll do that hike . . . next time.

. . .

Maybe.

Dreams are dreams

Computer . . . do you ever have a dream that when you wake up you're like,

" . . . oh no!! That wasn't REAL??? But it was so good!!!" . . .

Well, have you?

. . . can you even have dreams???

No offense but that really isn't my problem because unlike you I CAN dream and last night was (just for you mich) SO GOOD!

I'm not going to tell you what it was about because I think that would ruin it.

But it was way good and then I woke up . . . . and tried to go back to sleep and finish my wonderful dream . . . but I couldn't.

And then I went on with my day.

Daydreaming of my nightdream.
Trying to further it without making it seem unbelievable . . . as it already was.


. . .


The other day I saw the sweetest thing . . .

"oh-oo-oh the sweetest thing"

If you get that.

You are cool.

Anywho, I was walking to class and coming up behind me I heard a very normal conversation.
I think it was about school. . .
But then I noticed that the coversers were rapidly approaching me from behind just based on the sound.

And when they passed me, that's when I cracked a big fat smile.

It was a guy in an electric wheelchair pulling a girl in a regular wheelchair (the hard kind!) and she was just holding on to the back of his chair and they were just chit chatting away.

It honestly broke my heart.
In a good way.


Is that a bad thing?
That I make a big deal out of handicaped people?
Or is it a good thing because I actually acknowledge them as human beings unlike others do?
IDK.

I'd like to think I'm doing the right thing.



. . . .


I feel like snowboarding.

Anyone?

I love to laugh

You know what's funny?

Commercials.

You know that "Tide" commercial where that guy is at a job interview and has that stain on his shirt?
And every time the guy speaks his stain goes "blahsphlksditaliuoijhgoaiur5k!" . . . ?

I think that is a hillarious comercial.

So funny.

Makes me laugh.

Unlame

You know how in high school (and probably currently) you thought "gee, V.C. is such a lame school. So boring and predictable."



It's so not lame.

It's like,



. . . unlame.



Yeah it can get a little ghetto.

Like yesterday I realized that all the different races hang out in different parts of the campus.

Just like in high school.



The football players (mostly African American) hang out in front of the student store.

The Hispanics hang out on the side of the Library by the new admin office.

And my FAVORITE people (who I'm convinced are their own race), the artists, hang out by that snack shack by the science building.



Isn't that strange?

Like their too afraid to mix 'n mingle or something.

Gosh! It's almost like they just got out of high school.

Oh wait . . .



But anywho, my point was that V.C. is unlame because of the lame people.

. . . so it like cancels out.

Like math.



Am I really using a math reference when I clearly have strong hatred towards it?



Yes.



But the lame people are only so because they choose to be.

The unlame people?

The artists.



I had a horrible morning this morning so far.
I was on my way to school to take a chem quiz, realized I was literally running on empty and when I pulled into the gas station, my card would work ANYWHERE and I couldn't get cash out.

So I was on pins and needles trying to get to school so I wouldn't miss my test and I ran out right in front of a shell station. . . if you don't believe in God, you should.

Anyways Ben came, bought me gas, went to my test barely ontime and when I came out, there were the artists.
Immidiately my day was better.

They are always playing music, guitar, singing, one kid brought his violen today.

And they're GOOD! It's so amazing.

I would love to see the other "groups" get involved in, like, a freestyle with them.

Could you imagine two guys going at it with the violen dude in the background?

I would pay money to see that.

Oh wait. I can't. My card doesn't work. Because my bank is an idiot face.

Crisp?

Finally!
It feels like fall!!!
Yesssssss.

Ben and I were in his front yard and I was like "It's so cool and crisp out".
And he's all "What exactly does crisp mean?".

I'm thinking it means not only is it really cool out but the air is clean and clear.
Crisp! Right?

Just, like, cool and clean.

And he says it just means cool or cold.

I kept bugging him saying, "It feels like Halloween! It feels like fall!"

I don't know about you computer, but I love this time of year.
I don't know if it's because the holidays are around the corner or if it's just because it means I get to wear the same pair of jeans for a week and nobody will know as long as I change up my jackets . . . it doesn't really matter.

They're both good reasons.

And BABIES!

OH THE BABIES!

I feel like I'm completely surrounded by babies.
Not like that's a bad thing, but . . . it freaks me out.

Like pregnancy is contagious . . . and I might catch the BUG.

Wouldn't that be weird if that's how you got pregnant? You wouldn't need guys anymore now would ya!

Anyways, here are some things that have popped up lately.

Katie had her baby.
Alyssa's sister is due with her 3rd kid any day now . . .
My lab partner is 3 months pregnant . . .
The girl I sit next to in chem is 3 months pregnant . . .
My friend at work is 6 months pregnant . . .
My cousin is 3 months pregnant . . .
Ben's sister is 3 months pregnant . . .
My mom and her boyfriend keep talking about being GRANDPARENTS . . .

I mean. . . really. Seriously?

I'm way excited for when the babies come.
It'll be so exciting.

But dang.

This just proves that I'm in even LESS of a hurry to "grow up".

But on the less freaky side. . .

Ojai Day is almost here!!!!

Actually . . .

Ojai day is pretty freakish.


I've tried convincing Ben to go to Ojai Day.
He's not budging.
I even tried bribing him with the tri-tip sandwiches they have.

He thought about it . . .

for a second . . .

but still refused.

It might be better that he doens't come.
If he did he would probably just complain the whole time which would ruin the fun.

And who wants ruined fun.

It should be a good weekend.

Can't Think of a Clever Title

Alright.

I'm ready.

I'm so ready for fall.

For rain. 

The cold.

Not getting to class completely sweaty because of how hot it is . . .

Not having to continuously re-apply deoderant throughout the day. . .

So ready.

I think I just feel more comfortable in the fall/winter because you bundle up and keep warm. . .

maybe it's a comfort thing? 

Or just a relaxing thing.

hmm.

. . . 

Went for a run yesterday on the beach.

Barefoot.

Was so nice.

Peacefull.

Makes you think a lot.

Feels good.

Then I got home.

Couldn't walk very well cuz my feet hurt.

I thought to myself, "Self, why are your feet hurting?"

Self said, "I don't know. Why don't you just look at your feet?"

I thought,"Good idea self. You're so smart."

So I looked at my feet and there they were: blisters. 

But not just you're run o' the mill blisters. 

BIG DADDIES. 

One under each big toe COVERING the bottom of that toe and one the size of a quater on the ball of my right foot.

Then I thought to myself, "Nevermind self. You're dumb.  So, so, so dumb."