Soo.. skunk's mum refuses to let me see him. He was literally ten minutes away from leaving to sleepover at my house last thursday, she had said yes earlier that day, and she was just like "I want you home. No."
She doesn't even know we're together. What the helll?
I went to that place again... it was mentioned in like my second journal ever. I hate leaving there... it's so perfect. It's just... everything I want in life, except that skunk wasn't there..
There's a roof that we jump off of all the time there. Two nights ago the staff was jumping, except for one guy. He watched them go over and, in turning around, slipped and ended up falling into a boat. From two stories up. It was about the scariest moment of my life (I love the entire staff.. he's part of that). He didn't even break a bone. It was the most relieving thing I'd ever heard. The enxt day you could hardly even tell anything happened.. maybe he was moving slightly stiffly, but that was all. If he had fallen slightly differently, he could be dead. I was shaking that night until I heard, about four hours later, that he was perfectly fine.
There's also an incredibly gorgeous guy there - I've known him for six years. He has a six pack, massive pecks, gorgeous hair, and his face.. yum. He was also a poetry major (as of last school year) and is just... unbelievably sweet. He hardly talks to my family, but you know he loves us for simple reasons - he sits next to us a lot at the meals, he was the one that tooks us back to our car from the island (by his own desire), he always comes up to say hi to us and always hugs us goodbye.. also, if you watch his interaction with the other families there, it never seems quite the same. He's ridiculously amazing...
And the best part was that I told everybody there that I was skylar now for the first time, and nobody ever screwed up. Even that guy, who I've known for six years, was saying stuff like "You can put the spoons in that there drawer, my good man". He even thanked me for correcting him the one time he called me by my old name - "I've heard that, but I wanted you to correct me before I started calling you Skylar, so thanks for saying that *insert most meltworthy smile ever here*" The girl that worked there said nothing - she asked "*old name here*, right?" "Nahh, skylar.." "Oh.. cool. sorry."
I mean geez.. I don't think that place could get any more perfect.. unless maybe skunk was there. But I'm back now, and miserable because of it. I can hardly function right now.. I just wanna be 18 so I can work there. Three more years, starting hormone therapy, and surgery have to happen before then though. Crap.
And now skunk is breaking up with his girlfriend (we knew about each other.. I was cool with her.. she dealt with it. Badly, but she did). She's being bitchy and liking posts I put on his facebook wall about how much I miss him. What the hell? It's not even that she's trying to be nice or anything, she's just being bitchy. Gods I hate people like her.. so much. No, screw that.. I hate her. I don't know any other people that are abusive to my boyfriend, so I can't really say 'people like her,' can I? Yeah, I said I was okay with her - which was true until I found that out.
Hah, I don't think I could be much more miserable right now... OHNOWAIT. That's right. My dad forcing me to stay at his house tonight even though I haven't seen my mum for a week and a half. She's the one I like. Mmmmm, how lovely.
Now, come up with something that could be added to that list of shit to increase my misery and I'll freaking.. I dunno. You'll get incredible amounts of bragging rights? *shrugs*