This past weekend was excellent. It was lots of fun. The trip wasn’t planned; it was so spontaneous and fun. And oh yeah, I told my mom about Mike, so there was no need to sneak around. I told my dad that I was going to visit someone I met while I was in “Boston,” so he was okay with it. I still don’t like how they can’t mind their own fucking business, though. I’m 23 — an adult. I’m old enough to do stuff without them calling me to see where I am every fucking minute of the day. When I first went, I purposely ignored the calls and left my phone on silent. I took my time responding to text messages (except my sister’s). I did everything whenever I felt like it.

My mom is so fucking ridiculous. On my way to Boston (I took a bus), she texted me and asked me if I’m on the pill or am I going to use a “raincoat.” I don’t know why she just couldn’t say condom. I mean, she didn’t sugarcoat “the pill” at all and call it a piece of candy. I called my sister to tell her that my mom called condoms raincoats and we LOL’d about it for a few minutes. And then when she hung up, she texted me, telling me that my mom overheard her talking to me and she wants to know what I said. LOL. So fucking ridiculous. As if it’s any of her business. I’m not embarrassed by that shit, but WHY should I tell her? She wants to know every little fucking detail — who I’m going to be with, when I’m going to be back, where I’m going — and now she wants to know what form of contraception I’m using? LOL. She’ll have a heart attack when she nears that I haven’t been using any, lawl. I know, it’s dumb, but I don’t have sex often enough to be on birth control or to carry around condoms.

Anyway, yeah. It’s not any of her business. I’ll tell everyone, BUT my mom just because she’s so fucking nosy and fucking paranoid and overprotective. I have no qualms with doing shit to just to spite her. No one is excused. Everyone’s the same. Just cuz you’re my mom doesn’t mean you get any special treatment. Sometimes, maybe, but to me, you EARN respect. My dad’s a douche and he thinks that we have to respect him because he’s our dad. I’m not going to respect an asshole who doesn’t deserve it. My mom doesn’t really understand that I treat everyone pretty much the same, so if I snap back after one of her or my dad’s ridiculous comments, she goes insane. I hate how parents try to hold it over your head that they gave you life, they supported you, blah blah blah — just so they can get you to do what you want. Hello? Did I ask to be born? I think life is pretty shitty anyway, so it’s not like they were doing me a favor. It’s like they think they just released me from captivity or saved me from impending DEATH or something, and I should be grateful and accept their irrational behavior or faulty logic.

But anyway…

Mike. This weekend was GREAT. There were far less text messages and phone calls than when I went the last time (but I still ignored whatever I got anyway). Mike’s family is SO nice. They’re all so friendly. When I first went there, Mike told me that his mom said I’m pretty and I have nice skin, LOL. His sister and I get along pretty well; we have a lot in common. It’s mostly the stuff that Mike and I DON’T have in common, haha. We have a lot of common interests, but there are some things that we don’t. And it’s like all of that stuff is the stuff that his sister likes. For example, when I first went there, we talked about Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean. This time, we were talking about their homing pigeons. Mike’s dad and sister race homing pigeons. I’m not particularly fond of pigeons, but I’m interested in animals and stuff, so we talked about that for a while. Oh, and her other pets, too. They have rabbits, turtles, fish, and I forget what else. They used to have a dog, but they have to put him down about two months ago. D: I mentioned this before.

I haven’t really talked to his dad a whole lot. Since this weekend wasn’t really a planned thing, I was expecting Mike to work Saturday and Sunday (which he always does; his two days off are Thursday and Friday. Unfortunately, I have the weekends off). I was going to try to spend some time with his mom. Mike said that she was going to invite me to go to this lake with her and her sister (and Mike’s cousins). However, on Saturday night, when Mike was on break, he called me and he said he had a surprise for me. When he came home later that night, I was asleep on the couch, and he leaned over me and kissed me. For some reason, this weekend, I couldn’t feel him when he did things to me, but I woke up a few seconds after because I sensed that there was someone standing near or over me. And he startled me. It was so weird cuz I’m usually not like that. When I opened my eyes, I opened them wide and I did it quickly. I also jumped. Or recoiled, I mean. I don’t know how to say it in a way that doesn’t sound bad. I think cringe is an even worse way of saying it. I just kinda twitched or whatever. Anyway, he kissed me, but he I didn’t feel like. It was pretty weird cuz I usually wake up really easily or if I don’t wake up, I’ll be half asleep and I’ll be aware of what’s going on in the room. But I didn’t feel the kiss and I woke up a second later because I could feel that someone was standing there. I did the eye-opening thing and jumped. He apologized for scaring me. Later, he asked if I’m a deep sleeper cuz I didn’t feel the kiss or feel him when he caressed my arm (which is what he did the second time he startled me). I don’t know what was going on. There was a delay or something. Or maybe he just didn’t touch me hard enough for it to register. ::shrugs:: ANYWAY, after I woke up after the kiss, I kissed him and we hugged and he told me what his surprise was: he managed to get Sunday off. We had the whole day to ourselves. :D

My parents kept harassing me to come home on Sunday cuz they weren’t sure that I’d get home on time for work on Monday. I did. I got back with about two hours to spare. But anyway, I told Mike that because he took Sunday off, there was no way I was going home till Monday morning. My sister said my dad was pissed, but fuck him.

Hmm. So, yeah. I didn’t get to spend too much time with his mom. I was going to if he was going to be working the whole time, but because he got Sunday off, I didn’t go to the lake with his mom and other relatives. We went to see the Simpsons movie together. It was really funny. We both agreed, though, that it was the kind of movie you could only watch once.

Well, that’s all I’m going to type for now. I’m really tired and I have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow morning. Also, I have to do my laundry.

G’night.