The concert rocked :) Well, as much as a church concert CAN "rock"... Me and Jake held hands, didn't kiss though, plenty of time for that at the house when Alex is asleep... >=D Haha. Plus, it was weird enough when some lady at the church caught us holding hands and acted like we were naughty little kids sharing gum at school or something gay like that... Whatever.
My parents still haven't communicated with me. I think they're trying to forget that I exist still, no matter how retarded my existence. It's so frustrating!! I want to tell my mom everything, I want to be able to talk to her like I'm still ten or thirteen or something. I talk to Alex, when she's awake and paying attention, but it's just not the same as having my mom. Not to sound childish, but I MISS MY MOMMY!!! And then there's the fact of my dad's never met Jake. Isn't that a key part of having a boyfriend during your teenage years? Having your dad sort of jokingly warn your boyfriend to keep himself to himself? Urgh.
Alex is fine. She's kinda comatose-ish still, though, not sure when she'll have full dexterity. Somehow, during the mummification process, I skipped the slow and sluggish part of being a meatsicle. Alex caught it, but like, delayed. She wasn't slow at first, she just seemed kinda sleepy, which is how she always is. But then her movements got kind of stiff and erratic, and she stopped doing much of anything but sleeping. So, again, talking to her is not the most enlightening experience ever.
Jake. Where do I begin? He's as amazing as ever, always willing to go out and grab foundation and stuff for me when I need it, cause zombies are getting less and less publicly accepted, so I have to dye my hair every once in a while so its not quite so... lifeless looking. I know, horrible pun, but its true! Also, I have to wear "B-Alive" foundation, now specially produced by pro-zombie companies, so we can go out in public. EXTREMELY helpful. Back to Jake. We hardly ever fight, but I got my heart crushed this morning, when he made a confession. Actually, at the moment, I'm refusing to talk to him.
He came to me this morning, during breakfast when it was just me and him, and said, "Look, Sammi, I have to tell you something." Him and this girl had a fling a few days ago, and he felt horrible about it, and he was drunk or something, and didn't even know what happened until two days ago when she called him to follow up. He told me everything, and I told him I needed to think about things. What's your opinion? What should I do? Should I take him back? I want to forgive him, oh, my gosh, I want to act like it never happened, especially since he's never done anything like this before, never even flirted with other girls, as far as I know. I think I'm gonna give him one last chance, cause after all, he DID tell me about it, and didn't hide it, and UGH!!! I guess I'd better go talk to him about it, we need to work this out, cause it's our first fight ever. Well, the first serious one. Everything else was like, get out of my bathroom, don't shave in my sink, yada, yada, yada.
