I am shocked and amazed that there is snow anywhere outside of Wisconsin. We have so much frickin snow, it's insane, there can't possibly be anymore. It's like, oooo half an inch melted! *wild celebration* - then - six to eight more inches expected tonight *collective groan*

I don't know where Whitney is, I miss her terribly. Maybe she has tests right now or her computer died or something, I really don't know. I just want her to come back.

Dik, person related to me, but I don't know how and yes that's how you spell his name supposedly I think - whew! - is upstairs tearing apart the kitchen. He did this last weekend, too, with my dad. They took out the cabinets over the island, took out the old dishwasher and put in a new one, and installed the new gas stove top that my mom loves so dearly. She's nearly set herself on fire three times, but she likes it anyway. Today he's doing the oven, which should be interesting because we had one oven and now we have two, and I'm really not sure how that works.

I have to go take a shower now, I feel nasty. Mostly just want to brush my teeth, but a shower sounds really nice right now.

*Digs to find Mama*

You should ship some of this stuff to LA...we'd go insane..haven't seen snow since 1989!

Whitty? Oh where oh where has our Whitter Bug gone? Oh where oh where can she be? Is there snow in Tenn...did she get covered under it too?!?!?!

Ugh... no more snow. No more snow! NO MORE SNOW, DAMN YOU!!!!!!

*10 feet of snow drops on head*

*muffled*

Damn it.

I know, that's what I thought - the overshare part - both with him telling me and me telling you. It's not the kind of thing anybody really wants to hear, except Olga obviously, but he feels this strange need to tell me. He doesn't tell anybody else though and that's what makes it even worse. I was the first one he told about Ana and the only one he told about the handcuffs, but why? We aren't friends anymore much less best friends, it's just creepy and really uncomfortable having him do this over and over again. I wish I could just make him go away. That's not what we talked about when he called, that conversation was just 'I miss my best friend', the rest of it is from other conversations we've had, both recently and not so recently.

I really hurt right now, though, like *really* bad. My head hurts and I've still got my cold and now I've got the kind of cramps that make you want to curl up into a ball and cry. I really want the damn Midol to kick in. Boys have it so much easier.

Love!

Talk about overshare...lol. Was that Dale's "Hey let me call Anna and tell her I'm getting all the booty, I'm a big PIMP, but I miss her" Speech? Someone really needs to give him a little help with that one, because it grossed ME out, and I'm not a person that's easily grossed out. I'm really beginning to wonder about his sanity, maybe it's little miss psych major coming out, but that really really can't be good that he thinks about you when......he really really shouldn't be. lol. I mean, it's just bad enough that he does it, but to call you and TELL you about it...ick. And um...I'm really not trying to be a bitch, or superficial at ALL, but Dale isn't Colin Farrell or anything...mental pictures of him, girl, and furry handcuffs aren't really as pretty as they would be with Colin. Oh My God...he remembers what you TASTE like...I need to just stop reading before I start being mean, mean isn't me, but that's just wrong.

I miss Whitney too...She needs to come back to us. I really wish that there was something I could do. I feel so helpless over here in my little corner of the country. It's lonely here.

Wish I could help with the layout, Mama...but I'm computer stupid. Just...don't hit things, we don't want you to hurt yourself or the computer (a.k.a. Direct line to me and Whitty.)

Love Love Love

I don't know what to say. I really want to say something, there are a million little things, but I don't know what to say.

I've been working on a new layout for the museum for the last week or so and it's driving me completely insane; I've got nothing. All this time I've been sick I've been stuck at home so I've been spending most of my time working on the computer, hours on end, and it's getting me nowhere. I'm just really, really frustrated and I hate it. I don't know what to do and it's really starting to get to me because right now, even just sitting here on the internet typing, I can feel all that frustration rising up in me, trying to scream its way out.

Truth be told, I really don't have that much to work with, but that feels like an excuse and I don't want to make those. I've only got one set of pictures, though, and they're all the same thing from the same angle, same size, same everything, might as well just have one picture instead of three. So one picture, a vague color palette - navy blue, burgundy, colors like that - and some of the navigation. I don't even have all of the navigation! It's- *GOD* I want to hit things, I really do.

It does feel nice to finally say something, though.

Other than that I've just been sitting around the house feeling fat and lazy. I'm not fat, but when I go this long without exercising I start to feel like it, and I'm most definitely lazy. And sick, but that seems to have plateaued.

I went to the orthodontist yesterday. They tightened both of my wires and put these band things on my bottom teeth to close the gaps - I had four teeth, two on top and two on the bottom, surgically removed to create space. It hurts like a bitch. They're coming along, though, and that helps. Makes me feel better emotionally, anyway.

Dale called last night, which was... unexpected. The last time I spoke to him was New Years and he was really drunk, other than that he's ignored me completely. Whenever I go out with Justin and Dana and him, Dale ignores me. I'll talk to him from time to time and he just.. doesn't say anything back. Oh fucking a.

Okay, Dale ignores me. I treat him like a person. Maybe not a person I know very well, but I'm nice and polite and everything else and he's an asshole. And he blames me. The fucking.. he blames me. And no matter what I do, it's never good enough for him. I got him something for his birthday even though we weren't on the best of terms and the ungrateful bastard barely even acknowledged it before proceeding to ignore me for the rest of the night. I got him a Christmas present as sort of a peace offering, a little sign that I was thinking of him, and once again the fucking prick doesn't care. Everyone else thought it was great, they were all like, 'Wow, I heard that movie was great!' 'We should totally watch that!' and Dale just sulked, the big fucking baby. And then when I ask him about it, his stupid, drunk self, he's all, 'I just wanted you to *call* me.. you should have *called* me...' God... I - I want to wring his scrawny little neck, the bastard.

And he is fucked up, he is really fucked up, I'm not even kidding you. He tells me the most fucked up shit and it's like, why the *hell* are you telling me this?!?! I don't want to know that you had sex with Ana. I don't want to know that you bought her furry handcuffs and actually used them. I don't want to know that you remember what I smell like, what I taste like, everything about our first kiss, get over it! And I *especially* don't want to know that you think of me when some other girl is GOING DOWN ON YOU, you sick fuck!@

He's all, I miss you, I need you, I want my best friend back. Well, maybe I don't! And I told him that, for all the good it'll do me. He's moving in with my boyfriend and my closest friend here, I *have* to deal with him whether I want to or not, and he won't let me go. I don't want to fuck with group harmony. I know it's not my fault that he's an ass, it's not my fault that he treats me like crap even though he "really cares" but god damn it, I don't want to fuck with the fucking group harmony!!

I'm nowhere near as angry/pissed off/etc. as I seem. Moderately agitated might even qualify as an overstatement. I think the language just helps me express.

So I'm just going to keep on the way I am, treat him the same way, maybe get something back beside outright rudeness, and otherwise keep my distance. I don't trust him anymore, and for damn good reason.

Oh yeah, and he's fucking Olga, I didn't tell you guys about that. They dated over the summer, broke up, not really sure what happened after that, blah blah blah. They're dating, though they do go out sometimes, and it's possible that he doesn't even like her, but yeah, they're fucking. Dale's all, 'I don't really *want* to...' 'I can't say *no* to her...' He whines about it all the time and it's incredibly annoying. Then he tells Dana that all that whining is bullshit. Yeah... that's Dale for you now.

I really miss Whitney.

Thank you :)

I'm sitting, waiting for it to load, thinking, 'please have a response, please have a response.' And then I got one and it was a good one.

I'm going to go back to being sick and missing all of my people now.

*mimes hugs and kisses*