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Saturday, June 26, 2004
He had a lot to say/ He had a lot of nothing to say/ We'll miss him, we'll miss him.
I feel pretty sexy right now, since I'm wearing tight jeans and a tight t-shirt (it's my Latin club one. Hah). But you don't care about that. So anyway.
I could discuss my personal issues, yet I realize I'd rather not. It's not anything that's too concerning even if it is, I suppose.
I actually did say something to her today, finally though. I told her if she really loves me then she'll figure out which is more important--her family or her friends she goes out with each night and is gone till who the hell knows when o'clock at night. (I mean, yesterday she called and said she was tired so she was lying in her friend's bed and that she wasn't coming home. . .the whole night, maybe. Which of course makes perfect sense considering she has a house and a family right here and a nice bed where she can sleep on). Apparently she was crying about what I told her. Which is fine. My dad told me I should apologize to her--and why? I told her the truth. I suppose the bluntness of what I said wasn't good, but I really didn't feel like going on some endless tangent about it, and getting in some big argument. I just wanted to get it over with. So all I did down there was resay what I said before, and said there was no need to apologize for that.
But it's ridiculous. A mom doesn't go out every single night with some friends my dad doesn't even know and hasn't met (I haven't even met her friends, nor has my brother--nor my entire family). I mean, what the hell. Which is more important. Going out each night and drinking till you're drunk, or your kids and family and marriage? If it so happens that the answer knocks me in the head I'll tell you, but geez, I just can't seem to figure out, it's so damn impossible. . .
Apparently my brother likes it when she's drunk to. He tells me all about it. A few nights ago he was lying in bed with her and he kept trying to leave but she said, "No Kellan, stay here with me," and she kept hugging him again and again. I went to tell him that he should realize it's not good to be around someone when they're drunk. . .but as if he'll listen. He's only 12 years old and still acts as if he's 5 the way he's been brought up.
Well, she's coming up here.
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