Things left unsaid.

I absolutely despise that feeling, where someone says something that really upsets you, and you let it go.
And then you want to call them on it later, explain why it upset you, but you don't want to cause any more conflicts.
But you know it'll eat away at you if you don't.

A really damned if you do, damned if you don't scenario.

Frustrating.

On everything else-
My sisters are both back at school. I hesitate to say finally, but finally.
My mom is back at the hospital, and in for another round of chemo, followed by a stem cell transplant.

My weekend wasn't particularly memorable, but that's fine.
January is almost over, that's something to look forward to.
I'm tired of being cold all the time.

[edit] Resolved, for now.

Wonderful.

dasmarshy: you are a wonderful person kevin.
dasmarshy: and a talented person at that.
dasmarshy: u make others happy
dasmarshy: hooray!
dasmarshy: i think u are the cutest boy on the planet of the earth,
dasmarshy: and ive never learned more from someone.
dasmarshy: so not to make anything awkward: i just wanted to throw that little tidbit out there




That's all you ever need.

...Because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”

I'm still pretty peeved Borders and Barnes & Noble didn't carry this book.

But aside from that, I had a wonderful weekend.

Said weekend involved a cat show, talking while parked in a driveway, a literary magazine, and a battery dying. My weekend also included drunken relatives, kisses, Qdoba burritos, cleaning, pretentious thrift stores, flirty texting, daisies, Fitz's root beer, and jasmine tea.

Now optimism is called for, and I think I will answer.

Sickness II

I wish I could flirt without becoming a total mindfuck about it.

PS.
cancer
growing.

I hate watching my mom cry, more than anything else in the world.
I'm in denial right now. Check back later.

Sickness

This cold is passing through my family (which is really dangerous in my Mom's condition).

But my dad has this really terrible way of clearing his throat.
It's like...the worst thing you've ever heard.

Because it's like he'll hawk a loogie in this huge gusto,
and then you think it's over.
But then he follows it with a cough. And then another.
Then he sniffs really heavily, sucking all the phlegm back in.
I swear you can hear it like reorganizing inside his cranium.

Ugh.

And me? I'm just eating my weight on Halls Honey-Lemon cough drops and sleeping a lot.

Auld Lang Syne and such.

New Year's Eve was pretty uneventful, but I didn't mind.

I just spent time with Sara, Kyle, Shelby, and Maria. We watched Hannibal Rising because Shelby is madly in love with that guy who carves an M in the villian's chest. I'm not sure, I only watched like ten minutes. We drank sparkling grape juice and played Guitar Hero (which I still suck at) and cuddled. It was nice.

After the ball dropped, we just sat and talked until four in the morning. It was nice, I think sometimes people (myself included) forget how nice a flowing conversation can be.

And it gave me the recuperation time I really needed. I can't say I'm ready for the second sememster, but at least I know what I'm getting into. And hopefully I can manage to stay on top of things a bit more.

New Year's Resolutions:

• Get another job.
• Handle money better.
• Score well on the ACT.
• Attend ACT Prep (without bitching about it).
• Stop snapping at my friends.
• And go to Disney World this summer.

Wish me luck.