It was the best of times, It was the worst of times

My parents met a the bus stop in sixth grade. They dated my mom's freshman year through her senior year when my dad went off to college and they couldn't do long distance. They got back together my mom's sophomore year in college and a year after that they were married. They are best friends to this day, even if they don't act like it sometimes.

I've heard this story maybe twelve times since August 23. My mother, though she though me and Jeremy were much too serious, is convinced that he and I will get back together when I get to college. This is exactly the kind of thinking I have been avoiding for the past two months. How on earth am I supposed to completely get over him when I have this story and the obnoxious attitude of my mother's constantly shoved down my throat? It makes life so much more difficult when parents don't agree with their children's decisions. Of course, my parents support me but they don't agree with me. And I know they don't know everything that happened but when I'm used to following their every wish...well most every wish, it makes it very difficult to stand behind my personal decisions. Not to mention that there are times when I talk to Jer that I simply forget we're broken up or can't seem to remember why we did.

My life seems to get more and more confusing and blurred as this year progresses. I've learned so much about myself in such a short period of time. And I've seen a side to my family that I never knew existed. But more than anything, I've learned so much about my God. I've always known that He will never give me anything more than I can handle and this year has truly been a testament to that. And yet, I still feel so blessed.

My best friend in the entire world comes home in eleven days. While my life has been so randomly weird and, simply, off these past few months she has been one of my only constants and I can't tell you how grateful I am for her. I love you Katherine Anne :)

New Found Freedom

I've come a long way in just two weeks. And I'm happy I have. I feel free. Like the world is my oyster and I'm not being held down. It'll be a good thing to start college without a boyfriend. I still HATE being single but right now, it's refreshing. Homecoming is in just over a month and I'm not looking forward to that fiasco. Well, I am. It's Senior year after all. But who I'll go with, I don't know. Probably Claire and Marin. Hopefully.
Today should have been our 27 month anniversary. I should be in bed in the fetal position but I've been good. I'm considering that maybe I felt the same way he did but I just didn't know it. For the longest time I was convinced I couldn't live without him but maybe I always knew I could.
God certainly has interesting timing and just as I knew I'd come to find something good in his recent timing, I did. I will not have dated a single day in senior year. Boys are off limits until I find someone who is looking for marriage and who is looking for me. And I refuse to consider anyone who does not pursue me first. (Wise advice via Katheryn M.) I'm going to make this year great. No one will hold me back.
In other news, Gary Bentz has throat cancer and my parents' two week tour of the States may be canceled. We'll see. My parents are pretty shaken up though.
Also, I miss Ainsley like nobody's business! Last time I saw her, she had HAIR! dark, thick, short hair! I can't wait to meet her and get to know her. She's sooooo adorable.
Before I go, I must share with you, my readers, whoever you are, my theme song for the week. It's been in my head since Friday and it fits perfectly to my life right now. Welcome to the world of Thoroughly Modern Millie.

No canary in a tree for me
This canary's ready to fly free

Cut the cord
Is that a man I once adored?
He's nothing but an albatross
No great loss
Doublecrosser
Forget about the boy
Pull the plug
Ain't he the one who pulled the rug
He's lower than an alley cat
Dirty rat
And I flatter
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy

And in the moonlight
Don't you think about him
Sister, you're much better off without him
You can blow the blues a kiss goodbye
And put the sun back in the sky
For when he comes crawlin'
I'm not fallin'

Shout hooray and halleluh!
Now me and mister wrong are through
I'll find myself another beau
Who I know is no rover
Forget about the boy

Forget about the boy