Sometimes, I envision things going a lot differently than they have been. I'm going to be quite vague during this entry, because I'm not creatively inclined at the moment. I'm the complete opposite, in fact. My Welcome Home party was yesterday. It was..fun. Interesting. Adonika and Duncan came, which made me incredibly happy since Duncan brought Donni as a surprise for me. I'm going to be apologizing for my drunken idiocy for awhile. We also somehow broke Anthony's bathroom lock. I'll probably have to replace that with Anthony's help. All in all, it was mediocre. Not many of my WSS kids showed up, but for those that did, thanks. The party was pretty much segregated into two main groups. Kitchen & Living Rooms. After everyone left, I had a fairly upsetting few hours arguing, crying, consoling and generally depressed time until I finally collapsed into a really shitty, hot and drunken sleep. I woke up alternating between spooning Cody, and spooning Anthony who magically appeared in his own bed after leaving at 1 am and coming home at 4.


AND,
you know what?
I don't feel like updating.
I'm not in the mood, and my mind is all over the place at the moment. I'm tired, and sick, and I just feel completely empty. I've been emotionally drained, and I'm just going to curl up and read the first half of Riverwend and then steal HP7 from Kiley when she's not looking. *shifty eyes.
I may get a job at either Camp Good Dog or Petcetra. Let us see.
Goodnight.

ps; I really wish a certain someone would see what an amazing person he's being a douche to, and I hope he's ready to deal with my unflagging, childish and weirdly neurotic sense of loyalty towards this amazing person. If he ever gets his ass out to BC, and lives downstairs. I'm going to eat his brains otherwise. Fuck Quebec. Fuck men. Fuck in general to the stupid situation.