The only broken hearted loser you'll ever need.

'Kay. Trying to get into the habit of WANTING to blog when I have anything to say.

Kaitlyn went home today [THANKYOUJESUSGAAAAH] and was by far the worst today. My attitude about everything isn't really a help to her, I know, but I knew it was her last day and I just couldn't find the motivation to do anything. She kept asking if Isabelle could come over and I either ignored her or said something like "You're leaving soon" so she'd drop the subject for five more minutes. We didn't even venture out into the pool even though it was disgustingly hot out because she never really brought it up until my clueless being dubbed my step father [AKA Mark] asked why we weren't in. She only asked once for the pool so she obviously didn't give two craps and who am I to complain? Only here do I bitch and complain. :] Speaking of bitching and complaining, SHE'S COMING BACK ON MONDAY KILL ME OH MAH GAWD.

Also speaking of bitching and complaining, once Kaitlyn was finally gone I went into my Mommom's house.* I was named after her, so tat just naturally equals a tight bond between us and the fact that we're almost the same person helps a lot. I sat down and we had this kinda-sorta epic conversation where I cried and her eyes looked kind of red, but I don't know. I can't really pick one subject it was focused around, because we talked about mostly everything.

Since Mark was running other errands and Dana and Mom were out for some sort of appointment, me and Mommom were on our own for dinner. Neither of us were hungry so we decided we would get out own food whenever the urge presented itself, so I went to take a nap at 5:30PM. Cool, yeah?

At 7ish I was awoken by Dana and her friend Lucy wanting me to go out and walk around with them outside. I didn't really want to, but decided why the hell not. I was complaining about wanting to get out of the house, and there was an open opportunity. Not a good idea. I won't complain any more, but I always feel like I don't fit in. I'm not friends with Lucy and I really don't like her, and she just makes everything awkward, so I was kind of the tag-along which is a fail. When we went back home, I was really depressed for no reason because that's just who I am. Lucy wanted to watch Finding Nemo and then walked away to get on the computer [can someone explain that occurrence to me?] so I watched it and my mom came in to read, but was of course distracted by the amazingness that is talking fish. I forgot how much I really liked that movie 'cause it's adorable and sad and everything animatedly cute. Yaaaay!




Listening pleasure: Tautou-Brand New
Currently fantasizing about: Sethy-poo.
Book you're being forced to read but actually not: The Cure



*She has this little apartment thing that was built into our house so she and my Poppop would live close to us before he died. We have three garage door opening things, and two of them we made into a little living space with three rooms and a bathroom. It doesn't resemble a garage at all, mind you; it's like a house. It has windows and is very much livable.