The End...

Turns out it's the end of many things this week... Some expected, some unexpected.
It's the end of classes, finals, essays, tests, sophomore year... but also the end of laughing with the girls, cooking dinners, hanging out on the balcony, trying to learn as much as possible.
It's also the end of my relationship with Steven. I wish I had some insightful things to say about it... but I'm too close to the heartache right now, and don't want to look back on this post and regret things I said. I know that I should just treasure the time we had and hope we can be friends in the future, but it's so hard... I know I shouldn't want someone who doesn't want me back, or someone that sometimes I don't even want, or someone that broke up with me three times now, but I find myself having a difficult time with the whole "not wanting him" thing...
But I'm going to San Francisco on Saturday, for an impromptu visit to my sister, and to Kelly, which I am so excited about. I get to escape, at least for a week, from the summer of living three doors down from my ex-boyfriend.

Oof...

Steven was driving with his sister on the way to school the other morning. When he came up over a hill, he saw someone stopped at a stop sign, and then saw that person pull out, cutting him off. He braked, and everything would have been fine, but then the man stopped. In the middle of the road. Steven swerved to miss him and hit this tree. Hard.

He and his sister got out of the car, and Steven was complaining his back hurt. The man said he would go for help, and Steven told him it was okay, that he had his cell phone. But the man repeated himself, and left. And never came back.
A 60-year-old man left two teenagers on the side of the road, at 7:30 am, with their car in a tree.
What an upstanding citizen.
I don't understand how someone could do that. I would never be able to sleep at night knowing that I caused an accident and then didn't own up to it. I hate that there are people in the world that would do this. No, it's not murder, but it still really stinks.
On a more positive note, this video made me smile and tear up a little today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4DTme1SZ10
It's nice to be reminded that there are good people in the world.

I'm Stuck

No time for a long post, but I came to the realization today that I'm stuck in 2006. Whenever someone says, "Oh that movie is from 2000," I think it was 5 or 6 years ago. It's over 8 years now... 8 years since Y2K, 7 years since 9/11 and Jocelynn's accident, 6 years since freshman year of high school and "To Kill a Mockingbird" with Mrs. O, 5 years since I started dating Nick and had Mr. Kirvin for Social Studies, 4 years since we met Mr. Fredericksen and squeaked through AP History, 3 years since NHS Lounge lunches, 2 years since I started dating Steven (4/29 will be our anniversary), and a year since I went to San Francisco for Spring Break to visit Julia.
Time is flying... and I'm stuck in 2006.

His curly locks are gone...

Before:

After:

I can't believe he really did it! But he did... his signature curly, crazy hair that I learned to love is gone... Even he can't get used to it, saying he when he catches his own reflection, he doesn't recognize it as himself! Craziness...
Nice shot from the weekend... I love home in small doses...

So much for writing everyday...

Dialup= not blog friendly. Therefore, as you can see, there are no posts from over break.
But I am going to make an effort to post everyday I'm at college. Break was amazing. My sister and I planned lots of surprises for my mom's birthday, and she loved it. Julia came home from San Francisco, and we had a surprise dinner for her with all of her sisters and friends (they "hid" behind their scarves so she wouldn't be able to tell who they were).

I had a great time with my friends, Steven and my family. Gianni turned into man in the month I've been gone. Look how much taller he is than me now... 9th grade next year.

It was an ideal week and 4 days, even though I wasn't laying in the sun, sunbathing somewhere. Although, my sister and I decided to start sleeping downstairs where it was warmer than 60 degrees (as opposed to in my room), and the one morning the sun was coming in right at my face, and I didn't even turn away (as my dad noticed) because it felt like I was on the beach.
I babysat for the Barrows, which was hysterical. Erin grew up so fast!
I'll write more when I have more time. Right now I have to go brush my teeth, have the nightly chat with Steven, and then get some work done... or upload pictures to Facebook, whichever one ends up winning over on my priority level...