me: awesome. is ted bundy in any of them?
anyone who actually knows me is aware of the fact that i am obsessed with sociopaths and serial killers. and it fascinates me that ted bundy was my dad's neighborhood paper boy in the early sixties in tacoma. bundy's my favorite. if he was alive now i'd probably write him letters in prison. a few years ago on nick's birthday i made him watch a bundy drama with me. i'm a terrible girlfriend. sociopaths both fascinate and scare the shit out of me. too my knowledge i've never come across one (except maybe sperm donor down there in oklahoma). yes, my real dad and i had a falling out. his psychotic wife kept preventing him from coming to my graduation, the birth of his first grand child (that we know of) and his first birthday (not holding my breath). usually when tornadoes roll around like they did this past week (even in the presence of a disagreement) i usually make the courtesy call to make sure him and his oh so precious family are all right. this time i didn't. what's the point? he didn't call to see if i'd been shot up at walmart until two days after the fact. and was he even aware that i've been living in kingston/poulsbo since august 2009? plus, they have their richy rich concrete storm shelter. what i'm really upset about is all those people who do not have storm shelters and or brick homes. i've been there. i've seen the houses that look like a slight gust of wind would knock them over. it's really, really sad.
but anyway. last night i had a terrible migraine. again. i only get them about once a month compared to my record of having 4 in one week. other than that nothing interesting has really happened. this weekend when my mom steals andrew i get to fill out and put together my baby brother's graduation announcements. both his and my dad's handwriting aren't legible. and my sister is apparently too busy. i don't really mind. it's nice to be depended on. and since joey and i agreed that nick, andrew and i didn't have to sit through his graduation (because when we went to buddha's (my brother's best friend, like family) it was hot and crowded and no place for a baby, as we witnessed one kicking my dad in the back of the head), i feel i owe him somewhat.
next sunday, if andrew's surgery on thursday goes well i'm getting my hair done by my uncle's girlfriend who happens to be a professional beautician. she used to cut our hair when we were little. i'm going dark chocolate brown (: the last time i died my hair was february 2008 (well, technically i got highlights a few months after since it had grown back into blonde). and that was to correct the horrific dye job of brown on top, blonde on bottom (which still too this day is my favorite look, but too hard to keep up). since about last summer i've been so unhappy with my locks. my natual hair color is so bland. dirty dishwater blonde. if there is a god why would he give me such a terrible color? i've been dying to dye it myself, and it's taken all of myself restraint to not box dye it for the last three years that i will not give in now. especially when she's offering such a good deal. and what a wonderful anniversary present (:
it's been almost three years since nick and i began our tremulous on-off relationship. it's had it's rough patches and tears and breaks, but i couldn't be happier that it's still intact. i'll never be the person i was at the beginning of the relationship and maybe that's a good thing. i don't know whether it was him or time that brought me out of my self-destructive phase, but either way i'm happy with where i'm at today and what he's given me. he saw a part of me that nobody could. he didn't throw me away to move across the country or to spend more time with his friends or to be with anyone else. he's given me everything i've ever wanted. commitment, a family. that's all i ever asked for. june 7, 2008. that summer was the best summer of my life. and point-no-point beach is still my favorite place.
