BORED... Just after I finished my entry last night, ArmyBoy called me. He is in processing to come home, and I absolutely cannot wait to see him. He says he is catching a flight straight here to see me, and I have the highest hopes that we can get past our problems. I KNOW that he loves me, I've never doubted that, I just doubted how much...and I kinda still do, but if he is here with me to show me, and to build on that, then I think there may be hope for us after all. *sigh*
I think only slept with PunkBoy in a desperate attempt to make me feel better about myself. For the first time in a long time I felt desirable and wanted and sexy, and at that moment it was what I needed...but that doesn't change the fact that I shouldn't have done it. Anyway, Johnny knows, and seems very willing to forgive and forget because he knows it would NEVER have happened had he not made the mistakes that he did first.
So, I'm not going home this weekend because I have to finish painting my window mural at the assisted-living facility where I am volunteering...it's part of my requirement for a service-learning class that I STUPIDLY decided to take...volunteering with the elderly and painting for them *sigh* just isn't my thing. I wish I could have volunteered somewhere else, but nooooooooooooooo, I'm an art major so they leave me with the leftover BS...figures...maybe one day artists will be regarded with respect by more than just their peers...I hope...
I didn't go out this week, and now that I've kinda gotten used to going out to the club, I feel like a loser cuz I didn't, lol. It's pretty sad when one or two trips to the club in a week makes you feel like you have a life, isn't it?!
I'm waiting on my mom to get here right now...we are gonna go out to eat, and she is gonna bring me this week's episode of Dawson's...*sigh* I hate not having the WB. She also will be bringing my letters from ArmyBoy that have arrived this week. I am anxious to see what they say...I miss him so much, and I almost hate reading his "groveling." I've always wanted a boy to be groveling at my feet, but now, under the circumstances and all, it's just kind of sad...Everyone else tells me to enjoy, but it's hard for me to find bliss in his misery...all I ever wanted was for us to be happy together....okay, so, yeah, I am a complete and utter cheeseball, but I can't help it.........
...wonder where mom is gonna take me to eat?...
Current Mood:
contemplativeCurrent Music: Third Eye Blind ~ "I Want You"