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highs&lows
they play this with the k-2 kids i work with, so i decided to adopt it.



LOWS

• i wasn't prepared for Mentors in Craft
• my stepmom gave me a whole bunch of reasons that i shouldn't be with Kevin including "he can't afford you".... WHAT!?
• Kevin got mad over something he won't tell me about, so it brought down my day some
• my stepmom talmbout i can't get my new phone until i get back home... NOOOO!!! i want! i want NOW!
• my short stories are horrid.
• these chicken tenders i had last night weren't that good
• i skipped a cappella rehearsal because i lost my ID and i'mma get yelled at
• i lost my ID
• i gotta spend $25 to replace my ID if i don't find it
• i feel BLAH in general

HIGHS

• Canzone's dumb ass had me cracking up for like an hour.
• i got to joke with Daniel H. and Micah on the bus back to the 40
• had lunch with Jeff Nelson. he's mad cool. we had each other cracking up.
• talked to Santana after work
• got to have a good talk with Kevin last night
• fell asleep with him on the phone

last night was bad. it started kinda okay, but ended on this werd freakish note. my family's just being... ugh. i don't know. i don't like when people don't take my feelings seriously, you know? so when they do stuff like this, i get really mad. like... i was tryna talk to them about Kevin and they keep making light of it. honestly? i could keep y'all out of my love life. i could just do what i wanna and leave y'all in the dark, but i don't because i love y'all and i want you guys to trust me... i don't want a repeat of before. BUT... i AM eighteen. i can make decisions for myself. that's what you always tell me, right dad? i can't decide for you, you gotta decide for yourself. and that's what i'm doing. but y'all are too wrapped up in what y'all know already to find out anymore. okay, he's not in school. okay, he doesn't have a job. yeah, he should've already graduated. but... that doesn't define him. what really made me mad was this...

me: well, i don't see how you can call him shiftless and y'all never even met him.
my dad: i didn't call him shiftless... but that's a good word for next time [ starts laughing ]
me: [monotone] fine.
my dad: aww, you don't wanna talk to me anymore?
me: i'm fine with talking to you.
my dad: [laughing again] i know you, that means no. that means, i'll talk to you if you have something to say.
me: i don't wanna talk about it anymore.
my dad: [kinda sighs] alright... i'll talk to you later.

like... why did it have to be like that? why are you mad? i wasn't talking about you. yeah, but you're talking about him and i care about him. is it so much to ask for y'all to take my feelings seriously?

moving on...

he's getting pissed off with his own family for different reasons (that he's deciding to keep from me), so he wants to be out the house. so, jobs ahoy. [ waits on the porch for him to come back telling me his new working hours ]

i got seriously frustrated with EVERYTHING last night and was basically tearing up my room looking for my key and cussing and yelling. he made me laugh a few times, which is his way to fix anything for me and tried to get me to talk to him. tell me what you're upset about... each thing individually. list 'em. so i did, but it didn't calm me down until i took a shower and got into bed before 11. one of the better nights of sleep i've had.

it's snowing. [ prays for work to get cancelled ]

pAce.