Sorry about the lil' emotional outburst of yesterday. Just a wee bit stressed my dears. Besides all that drama with Derek head. The Rent-A-Kid whats-his-name Kyle? has decided to take a liking to me. He's 17, he's jailbait and ...well psychotic. There's a reason these kids are in this program. He decided to give me his pink blanket. (Why does he have a pink blanket?) And then he decided to 'share' the couch I was laying on. I scrunched up at the top of the couch and he curled up at the bottom. Then he thought that he'd use my coat, that was at the end of the couch, as a pillow which he hugged and sniffed to death. Ew. And if all of this wasnt weird enough he decided to ...hold my feet. Yes, hold them. As in hug them (as if a teddy bear) and watch TV with me. WTF?! I cannot describe to you the many contorted and disgusted looks I had on my face that night. In all honesty tho I didn't care much. I was just weirded out. I mean, it was just my feet and he was the one that had to smell 'em. But he could um, stop molesting my coat! As long as he didn't touch any other part of me I was fine. I watched ER for like two hours. It was lovely, besides the creep at my feet. Then he decided to express his 'feelings' by writing them on paper. Kindergarten style. He said he wanted me to stay the night in Logan (not go home to SLC like I said I was) so I could "keep him company". What the hell does that mean?! I told him he was jailbait and it was inappropriate. He said he just wanted to "lay with me for a little while". Shoot me now. 2nd night in a row someone wanted to sleep with me. But then mother came and I ran to her and didn't unglue myself from her the rest of the night. :D Then I went home at like 11:30pm. He was still writing me notes trying to get me to stay. *rolls her eyes* I love me mum, I do. But she can surely make me feel like crap sometimes. I do it to James too, but still. I know the feeling. She said maybe it was cuz of the shorts I was wearing. Gee, thanks. So it's all my fault he's taking a fancy to me cuz of what I wore that night. So he if woulda raped me it woulda be cuz I 'provoked' him. So therefore not counting as rape cuz it was my fault, like the last time it happened huh? Please stop the flashbacks. Then I get half way home and realize I don't have a key to my house. Grr. Where did it go? I don't just lose a key like that. I've had it two years now. I'm pritti sure that punk kid took off with it. A blanket for a key?