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So Long.2003-10-22 - 12:09 p.m. Cam turned 16 yesterday. We had his little birthday dinner on Sunday. The usuals were all there: Mom, Mike, Krissy, Bob, Haley, and Kurt. He made out all right - he got cash bucks from my mom and Mike, a concert ticket to see BNL from my sis and Bob, and a gift card from Kurt for Tower Records. I got him boring clothes, but he did get to pick them out... I know I'm a bitch, but I gotta tell ya - my family gets on my nerves after about an hour. First of all, I have a horrible cough right now, and my mother, a.k.a. Smokey Joe seemed like she was lighting one cigarette after the other. Plus at one point, every single person (except Bunn and Cam) was talking at the same time. I hate noise. I hate not being able to talk over noise. I love a loud stereo if I'm alone, but I hate it when you're trying to talk to someone over the blare. Does this make me old? Don't care. And actually it doesn't; I've felt the same way for as long as I can remember. Oh who cares... I drove with Cam again last night. He's getting better, but he's so nervous that it scares me. We were cruising down North Ave. in the left lane going a mile under the speed limit. I told him that he had to at least go the speed limit if he was going to travel in the left lane. I'm really really starting to appreciate the fact that Kurt takes him driving most weekends we're at his place, although I took him last Saturday morning. We were the only ones up in the house so I told Cam that if he showered and got dressed, I'd let him drive me to Jewel to get groceries for breakfast. We made it there and back without incident, although Jewel's only about a mile or two from Kurt's. It was actually a nice morning. So yeah, the ex has officially moved out. The locksmith was there Saturday changing all the locks. I've officially moved my stuff into the master bath, and there's a painter coming tonight to give Kurt an estimate. The plan is to get the master bed/bath painted first so we can move our bed in there and then tackle the rest of the house. Should be fun. For someone. I've decided recently that I'm not going to keep up this diary anymore. I have a new one, but I am trying to figure out a way of moving my archives over there before I give this one up. I decided I don't want people I know/knew in real life reading anymore. On the one hand, I edit myself because of it, and what the hell is a diary for if not to vent? And on the other hand, well, to be completely honest, last week Melanie found it necessary to send Bunn a PM over at Dahl.com, and instead of him getting it, I did. If you take a look at the site meter, you'll notice that she checks for updates here like 6 times a day. Part of me understands this because it's part of my routine throughout the day to click on every link in my 'favorites' too, but the other part of me just rolled my eyes when I read in her note how she keeps tabs on his life via my diary and how she used to think that she and Kurt were better friends than me and Kurt. Whatever. Long story short - I'll still be updating, but if you've ever met me in real life, I'd prefer you not read. If any of you out there who have not met me would like to continue to read, just send me an e-mail (hastababee@aol.com), and I'll send you the link. Hasta! Looking back... Just Pix - 2005-02-08
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