I wanted to go work out today but stupid mickey went camping last night and won't be back until this afternoon. I need his guest pass. I feel a bit guilty just using him for his passes, but surely since I really do like hanging out with him (plus scott, r0wr) that may override the guilt. And also he supposedly likes me. In 8th or even 9th grade, I would have freaked and stopped talking to him "for his own good" but I'm a more grown-up person now. Besides, it's really flattering. Last night sucked. I mean, we went to the airport to pick up Papa and then I asked Daddy if we -had- to go to Caputo's for dinner because we -always- went to Caputo's when we came to this town. He got mad but took us to some other place, where I got some good food that I actually finished. Yay! and I managed to not spill mustard on my new white shirt! um. I'll have to finish this later. ----------------- Okay. Gramma took me shopping, more information on that later, I guess. No, I'll just tell you now. It's easier that way and it's pretty short and sweet, not many juicy details.. I took my sister to her friends house and then Gramma and I went to Ross and I tried on a bunch of clothes and got two shirts and a pair of pants. Then we went to Dillards and I got a slip for the skirt I got yesterday. Then we went to Maurices and I tried on a TON of clothes and got two shirts and a skirt. Then we went back to dillards. I got some face cream for after swimming and stuff, and then some little free bonus thing and we went home. Woooo. And there's some funny red spots above my eyelids that look like the ones on my legs after I waxed them that one time. They're kind of scaring me because I don't know what I did. Anyway. We went to the roasting company after dinner yesterday with Papa and got dessert. Then we went back to the airport to pick up my grandmother and we went home. I listened to Dashboard Confessional all the way home, but my headphones weren't working very well. The sound was only coming in through the left ear so I took the other one off... And I heard my mommy talking about Rebecca... I couldn't help it; I started crying -again-. My sister wasn't even listening to any music and she was barely phased. SHE was the one we were supposed to be worried about. SHE was the one who was supposed to take it the hardest. Rebecca's been there all her life, almost. And just barely half of mine. "Oh man, Chelsea's going to take this really hard." No one even mentioned me. Of course I would cry, we all would, but who would have thought... So I started bawling in the back and my sister told my mom and I cried harder, and my dad said, Teresa what's wrong, and my sister told Daddy and Daddy got mad at Mommy for talking about it and Mommy said, But she had her headphones on, and my sister said, But she only had half of them on, and I couldn't stop crying. My grandma gave me tissues and I had a stuffy nose. And when I eventually stopped crying I just sang dashboard songs to myself the rest of the way home. But I did borrow Aaron's Nirvana CD yesterday. Mmm. Nirvana. Actually, they repeat themselves at the end too much. otherwise they're great. I get to clean my room today.