I had a good weekend, for the most part. I spent all of Saturday cleaning house and taking care of the dogs. Jeff came over Saturday night after he got off work and rescued me. He took me over to his house and I spent the night in his arms. It felt nice to be in his arms like that again. Without it leading to having sex and then just.. well.. falling asleep not caring. Sunday we got up early and ran some errands and then went to Traders Village for most of the day. Jeff bought me a ring that we had our names engraved in. It's pretty. I love it. Jeff didn't buy anything for once. I was surprised yet proud. We ate dinner at KFC and went back to his house to play with the ferrets and give the dogs a bath. That was fun. Needless to say, after that, we watched a movie and ended up having sex. He said something I told him the other day about this whole thing really changed his mind. I didn't mean for it to. We were just talking about it and I brought something up and apparently, he dwelled on it and ended up agreeing with me on it. I was completely respectful of the decision he had made before not to have sex and I was willing to do whatever he wanted to do. If that meant no sex until we're married, then, whatever. I was up for it. I love him. But we ended up doing it anyway after he told me he had changed his mind. He said that he knows for a fact that we'll be getting married here within a year. I made sure he was completely sure before it happened. I don't ever want to manipulate him into anything. I hate girls who do that. This morning I was twenty minutes late to school. I woke up on time and everything after not coming home until 1 in the morning last night, took a shower, blow dryed my hair, but then I got this horrible fucking stomach ache and I had to lay down. So my mom wrote me a note. I'm feeling a little better, but, eh. I didn't want to stay home but I don't want to be here either. I have to pick up my graduation announcements today at lunch and I get my class ring on the 22nd. Woot. I called Old Navy back on Saturday like Cathy told me to and spoke with the manager I spoke with that Friday I turned in the application and she straight up told me that she didn't remember me. She had remembered talking to a girl but her last name started with an S. What the fuck? Anyway, she went and found my application and told me that it was on Cathy's desk and that someone should be getting in touch with me here within the next few days to set up the final interview, orientation, and all that good shit. Great. I have to wait even longer. I think I have an ear ache. I complain too much.