My mood describes me right now. I don't like being away from him like this. We had to be when he was in Corpus but when he lives ten minutes away from me, it shouldn't be this way. He didn't come over last night until 8:30. He surprised me though. I was about to call him when he knocked on the door. He was only allowed to stay until 10. I'm "under restriction". Shoot me. We still got to cuddle and talk. We talked about.. stuff. Stuff that eventually had me in tears. Not because of him or what he said or how he was acting, just the things we were talking about. I want to hope and pray that this never ends, but God will do what he wants to do with us and there's nothing either of us can do. I hate the fact that this could end at any moment. I hate thinking about that. But what I need to do is just live it up in the moment we're in now. I don't need to worry about the past and I don't need to worry about the future. All I need to worry about is right now. My weekend's going to be busy. Friday I have a job interview with Old Navy, Saturday is my cousin Roxanne's wedding and my Jeffrey's my date, and Sunday's my 18th birthday. I'm happy. I'm going to be 18! I'm not looking forward to the wedding though. I've only met Roxanne twice in my lifetime. Her mom, my Aunt Shari, is someone I'm not too fond of. In fact, at one point I think I hated her. She's in her 40's yet dresses like she's 17. She dyes her hair and wears way too much make-up. She wears a size "0" and an extra small in shirts. She always used to critize me when I lived out in Vegas. She lived but 30 minutes from us and we would visit her often. She always used to tell me that I need to this with my hair or that with clothes and this with my make-up. She always used to tell me I looked gothic and that I wore too much black. She critized my make-up and tried to tell me that I should try to look more like Roxanne. She told me that back when we first moved out here. They came to visit us along with Roxanne. Needless to say, I ended up staying upstairs on the computer while they were here. They took my bedroom. My uncle Kerri tries way too hard to be funny and most of the time he isn't. My cousin Sasha is only seven or something and she constantly clings to me. But anyway, my point is, they're staying the weekend. At my house. Again. This should be fun. At least this time around I have Jeff there for me. I can just drive to his house or something. I really do hope I get this job. My fingers are crossed. ♥Krittle