| mmmm. tired. |
Feb. 8th, 2009|02:36 am |
Last night I asked Vandy if I could call her and she told me that she didn't know where her phone was and didn't want it to wake up the dogs. Understandable. BUT she promised I could call her today and talk to her all day if I wanted. Which . . . is a tad extreme.
I did plan on talking to her today, though. So earlier today, my phone decided it wasn't going to make outgoing calls AT ALL. My mom finally got my phone working, but I don't know HOW. Like . . . she grabbed the phone and dialed out to Vandy . . . who I talked to for about ten minutes and then she told me she'd call me back. Srsly, it worked JUST fine after that. My mum has the magic touch, yo. XD
Neeeeeeeeeee . . . we went to Chris and Ted's and ended up having enchiladas. Mmmmm. And Danika and a friend of hers were getting ready for this dance they were going to at the high school . . . DAMMIT, I SHOULD'VE GOTTEN A PICTURE OF HER BEFORE I LEFT, SHE LOOKED GORGEOUS. Mind you, I say that in the loving older sister kind of way. Teenager or not, she's still one of mah kids.
That's my Danika ^^
Speaking of Danika . . . she's . . . trying to decide if she's lesbian or not, or that's what she told me. She's said she's to the point where she isn't attracted to boys at all but she doesn't know if that'll pass or not. At least she's thinking straight and knowing that while it's possible, it's not definite. I don't know. All I can really do is be there for her and let her know that I'm willing to listen and offer input where I can, even if I can't exactly HELP. She knows that . . . And Danika's also diabetic, so . . . I guess I just worry. She was in the hospital and almost died from an infection right before I moved back.
Yeah . . . the enchiladas were good. I missed them when I moved. We used to go over to Chris and Ted's all the time for dinner and then we'd have them come over . . . so much fun. And I was surprised but Vandigo actually called BACK . . . while we were at Chris and Ted's. Everyone stared at me and was all "O_____O WERE YOU JUST ON THE PHONE AND ACTUALLY TALKING????" Ja . . . things change and . . . Vandy's one of the few people I actually ENJOY talking to on the phone. That, and she never really expects me to say anything every second of the phone conversation, which is good. When the person on the other end of the line expects constant chatter . . . it doesn't help motivate me to talk. Besides, it's the weekend, so it's not like we were wasting minutes. Anyway, my mom was telling me to thank Chris and Ted for the dinner and I needed to say bye to the kids and everyone else and then I was all "can I call you back when I get home?" . . . phone tag XD
And before I left, Chris's sister Carrie was all "who was that, your girlfriend?" 'Uhm. Noooooooooo.' And then she proceeded to make fun of me, which I guess I deserve. I make fun of her all the time over her boyfriends all the time. And she wouldn't stop poking me when I was on the phone and going 'you're pregnant'. *dies* I have weird friends . . . and when I poked her back, my mom told me to not knock her up . . . wtf.
So . . . I came home and called Vandigo, no answer . . . who called me back. And I sat in my mom's room and talked to her which I never EVER EVER EVER did in Seattle with my aunt and uncle. I used to always go upstairs to my room and talk unless I had to go back downstairs to make some tea or some shit . . . I guess I am self conscious when I talk on the phone or something? either way . . . it was different but oddly entertaining to me.
Vandy and I were talking about her sister's wedding in May and how her brother-in-law's mom more or less planned the entire thing. But apparently Karleen put her foot down on the date, the dress, and the cake. Her fiance's mom wanted a German chocolate cake which is just cruel to a diabetic, since if you use artificial sweetener and such, it makes it taste HORRID. And then Vandy somehow came out with 'if you and I get married, we'll have a cake shaped like a vagina . . . and boobs.'
I must now say that Vandy . . . well . . . when I first met her and we talked about marriage and kids in passing . . . she said that she NEVER wanted to get married and NEVER wanted to have kids. So her saying that . . . 'if we get married-' . . . I don't know. It just doesn't seem like something she'd lightly talk about if she didn't mean it on some level. And yesterday, she told me to never doubt that she loves me. So . . . there is something there.
I don't know WHY her saying that made me happy . . . I mean, I figure that as long as she's there, I'm more or less content. And my mom was all 'well, weddings make people really think about things like that'.
ALSO: I mentioned to my mom about Vandy wanting a sex change in passing. She more or less said 'oh, okay' and that was that. It's not a BAD thing, actually. It means that my mom isn't bothered at all by it. I'm not sure why I thought she would be . . . my mom's never been one to judge other people or not accept them. She's one of the most accepting people I know, really.
Anyway . . . off to bed with the Nut. I'll see about catching up with the friends page on here tomorrow. |
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