Didn’t get much sleep today. Plus, did laundry all day, played volleyball for hours and hours, played piano, and played Monopoly for the first time. And then came home at 3am to start nearly 3 packets of homework due tomorrow morning.
It’s now 530, and I’m kinda tired. Wake up, go to class at 930 for an hour, leave and come back at like 230 or something for another few hours. Yayyayyay.
for dinner. YUM. :3 I feel stupid for forgetting to eat, whoops. Anyways, over halfway done with the first packet, so finish this one, then 1 1/2 packets left. At this pace, I’ll get in a few hours of sleeeeeeep.
I’ve ever felt this stupid about myself. Ever. Especially because it was because of you. I’m not depressed or any of that shit, just kinda hurt. And hardly sad. And like I’m not good enough. But I mainly, I just feel so god damn stupid.
The trips over, I’m not in Pensacola anymore, I knew this was coming, but I never wanted it to. My family went back home to California this morning. Vacation is over. I’m back home.
Time to fucking wake up.
I know it’s not alot, but there’s more to come. Funny how stupid month anniversaries don’t matter, and how we forget all about them. We know there’ll be a year, then year and a half, and then two years. No big deal for now. And the first time we get to see each other in two weeks is during SAT class on our anniversary. ROFL, sorry.
But I’m not exactly ready to be back. At all. Though Florida, Alabama, and New Orleans were nearly just as hot, I didn’t mind one bit. I was away from home at least. Stayed in a private two-story 7 bedroom beach house with family friends in Pensacola, FL. Drove to Alabama and stayed a night at a Casino. Then drove to New Orleans, Louisiana and stayed at a friend’s mansion. Mainly slept on couches, my favorite. Stayed awake till 5/6 every night and woke up at 10am every morning. Took 3/4 showers a day cause of all the swimming and sand and beach volleyball. 2am flash light crabbing in the middle of the night. Sitting alone on the balcony at midnight staring into the middle of nowhere, nothing but sand and water. Watching my parents drink and draw all over each others’ faces like there’s no tomorrow. Competitive Tiny Wings and Draw My Thing till the sun came up.
I hate home. But +plus side, I get my piano again.
And Im in Florida. I should be getting my beauty sleep on, right? No. I’ve been playing Tiny Wings all night trying the nest up. Dafuck, I am literally like 5 JUMPS away from Island 8. Sleeping on the couch is pretty nice. And yes, I chose to sleep here. The dads are currently playing poker right now, Andrew’s playing pokemon, Kenny’s sleeping, and Preston’s snoring and sleeping right next to me. Yayyayyay. I’m gonna draw on him. The worst part about vacation is not leaving, it’s going straight back to your shitty ass routine life that slaps you in the face. I always get this way after trips. I’m never going back, and I don’t care. I am now looking forward to next Summer. But for now, my normal life sucks, and I want to stay here. Forever.
What a getaway. Sat in a van for 14 hours squished was a horrible way to start it. But when we finally got to Pensacola, we ate breakfast and watched an air show with jets and airplanes flying everywhere. Went into our private beach house we rented, with 6 bedrooms, over 6 bathrooms, TVs in every room, game room, and balcony, and if you take one step off our back patio, you’re on the Pensacola beach. It’s good to be back. Did nothing when we first got here, just unpacked and got situated. Then the kids went to the beach for find sea shells while me, Preston, Andrew, and Kenny played touch football. IM GETTING BETTER! After that, ate, babysat, and the parents brought home over $1500 worth of groceries. From an empty beach house to two filled pantries, over flowed counters, and 3 full refrigerators and freezers. Ate some more. Chilled. And then went CRABBING at midnight for an hour or so, (: The crab were small, but fast as hell. I caught like, 5 sand crabs.(:wander around. I’m almost certain that I will cry when I get back.