Apparently I'm going to school. I mean, my parents are planning a trip to Louisiana for me to see my grandparents, so I'm assuming things have worked themselves out with that. Thankfully. So on Tuesday it finally happened. I'd forgotten all about it when I was miserable and crazy. Aaron and I had gone to see a movie in Victoria, and on the way home my car sputtered and went out. Completely out. My love called his dad (who's the best ever) and he gave me a charge on the battery and I made it home. We discovered later that the alternator belt had been torn to shreds. My father changed it and it works fine now. Of course, now I'm kind of scared to drive my car. I would've lost my head if Aaron weren't there to help. I hadn't a clue as to what was happening. He helped a lot, but he seemed rather arrogant about it for some reason. I guess he always knew my car would break down with him in it and it would embarrass him. All's well, though. My love is leaving for school on Saturday. I'm leaving for Louisiana tomorrow. My parents don't know I'm with him, technically, nor would they be happy if they knew for sure. I didn't see him yesterday because he was mad at me and I haven't seen him today because he's running around town with people. Not that I mind at all, it's only that around this time last year, when I was going off to school, he was going crazy. Why doesn't he think I'm going crazy? But I know how he feels and I'm not going to be an ass about it. I just feel lonely for no reason.