I'm over here on the west coast posting from my sister's house. I have roughly 4 hours before I'm leaving for the airport to go back home.
This trip was fantastic and horrible all the same time.
I loved spending time with my sister and nephew. I even like my sister's new boyfriend. (We played Rock Band together for like 3 hours.) No, we really didn't go out a lot, but that was okay. I saw one of my mom's old friends for the first time since I was like three and she's convinced me that I want a puppy.
The bad part was that I couldn't stop thinking about going to see John. I'm so much closer and still so far away. Right now we're having a text message argument about why I should want to go home instead of running away to see him. He's winning because he's cheating. He apparently mailed me something so that it'd be there when I got back. It's evil because he knew I wouldn't want to leave. That's the problem with having such a close friend; their best and most annoying quality is that they know you so well.
Well I have to "wake up" and go in about 4 hours so I guess I should go pass out.
Oh yea...and I got back with the ex. He's no longer the ex.
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