So, I finally broke the ice with mom and had a long discussion about why I thought her boyfriend was a bad match with her. She listened, was open, and in the end expressed that she was having reservations about their relationship. She gave me a few examples of why she knew it wouldn't work. An example that included her speaking with one of my dad's friend on the cell phone- Allan- who is calm, tranquil, and gentle. She said that the difference between the two men was extreme. Allan was there, talking quietly, asking her about how her life was panning out and in the back ground is her new boyfriend- yelling into the phone, causing a scene.
She said right then and there she knew he would only bring drama and upheaval into her life.
So she called me last night at 11:30pm and she had broken up with him. She did it. Talk about immediate results. I guess her own reservations were stronger than I thought they were. It appears that none of mom's friends ever told her about their fears and so she just kept her reservations to herself. Another reason why communication is vital.
On a less than happy note, Bekah- my supposed to be future roommate calls me today and says- guess what? I just signed a lease. I'm like ummm what?
First, we're supposed to move into a 2 bedroom but it wasnt that pretty- this one I understand. Then we find a better two bedroom, but she's decided to move to a different school in december and there's no way I could afford that place on my own. So I finally decide to go find a one/one and if it has a study/loft that would be perfect b/c she could stay there. So I find one in west campus that's perfect. Now, 11 days before we're supposed to move in- "guess what! I signed a lease with someone else! yay!".
I swear- I dont know where I find these people. They like, hunt me down and screw me over. I'm just glad I noticed the pattern and picked a place that I could afford on my own- and now Darrell is going to live with me- so not only do I have a reliable person, but a great friend. Thank god for Darrell!
You know, I really miss the good old days though. I miss having Austin as a good friend, someone close to me, someone who spends ti
me with me. I miss having Austin as a friend. Its too bad you know-finding someone that you really like- someone you really feel you can be great friends with- but when you move out, the friendship just slowly unravels- which is hearbraking because of how close you had been.
I mean, when you have a friend that you spend every day with for a year- thats hard to loose. It's too bad really- because I know we're still friends, and we'll hang out, but it will never quite be the same. Too bad.
She said right then and there she knew he would only bring drama and upheaval into her life.
On a less than happy note, Bekah- my supposed to be future roommate calls me today and says- guess what? I just signed a lease. I'm like ummm what?
me with me. I miss having Austin as a friend. Its too bad you know-finding someone that you really like- someone you really feel you can be great friends with- but when you move out, the friendship just slowly unravels- which is hearbraking because of how close you had been. 
I mean, when you have a friend that you spend every day with for a year- thats hard to loose. It's too bad really- because I know we're still friends, and we'll hang out, but it will never quite be the same. Too bad.
beautiful. Unfortunately the coral is damaged from last hurricane season and the aftermath is clearly visible. There are yards and yards of broken coral littering the floor of the ocean. We're just lucky there's anything left. I hear Cozumel didn't make out so well though- which is sad since it was my first open water dive- Santa Rosa reef when I was 12! Get out your calculators ladies and gents, I've been a diver for 9 years now. Holy crap. The only other comparable experience I've had is Liz's friendship (and Ken- 13 years) and Shane's friendship (7 years). Its crazy to think I've been doing anything for more than a decade. Time is flying and I truly can't believe we are not so much "young" as we are "adults" now. Please god, keep me from getting old at heart.
another... Unfortunately my ultimate goal, to go to Tulum and see the ruins, was never accomplished due to my short stay and a few deterrents in our itinerary. I'm truly upset about that- but maybe next time. In Playa we went to Carlos and Charlies and Sr. Frogs (not really my type of place... but interesting I guess) and I watched 3 old ladies get drunk and dance with 18 yr olds... they almost got onto the bar- but some part of their teacher brains snapped back into place- thank god. I don't think I could have handled much more of drunken elementary school teachers gone wild. Flight there and back was great- met some awesome people- from San Fran, from Wisconsin, someone who got married in Playa del Carmen... good people. It's nice to see that there are actually some honest people still out there. Lots of young married couples. Am I really entering the part of life where everyone around you starts getting married and having kids? I mean, being single is great, as is being in a good relationship, but jeez- getting married? I'm going to end up being an old hag, sitting on my front porch with a shot gun, yelling at little kids to get off my grass as I stand up and cock the barrel.
Alrighty- time to get back to real life. If I dont start working on my MCAT stuff- I'm not going to improve my score. Oh my.
when it gets into the hundreds.
beautiful sound. The colors and the explosions and the smell of smoke... like I said, there's just something about fireworks. I really... I really wish I could have seen some fireworks tonight.
So on Wednesday I went with Jason, Jonathan, and Laura out to the lake with that dog that I love so much and then out to eat... then out to Lauren's 21st bday... 
