Well, the girls from church came over tonight. Nothing super spectacular, just watched Ice Age and ate. (Honestly, when am I not eating?)
Yesterday my family and Oliver went to the beach. Charles didn't come, surprise surprise. However, he did show up around dinner time.
Things are getting funny around here. I know that I should be happy about some things, but I'm not. It's like I have these secrets that I have to guard.
Yesterday, after the beach, Oliver came back to have dinner with us and ended up staying until 11, as usual. For some reason, it just felt really safe being with him. I don't know why he puts up with me, but boy am I lucky that he does.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to make the switch to more than friends...I don't think I would like it very much. Honestly, it's too comfortable the way it is. Why rock the boat? Besides, if we did, then eventually I would have to kiss him and what if there was nothing there and it was like kissing my Uncle Boris or something? Wouldn't that stink? I have such a great friend in him and I really just don't want to ruin it.
One thing that Oliver did notice this weekend is how much I missed Stefanie. I didn't even realize how much I was talking about her until he brought it up. It was almost like I was having withdrawls or something.
I did something stupid today. I told Chris Hillas that he could call back another time. That's right, the kid that used to chew on my hair now has an invitation to call me back. I don't understand why he would want to. He lives in another state. I mean come on, there has to be a BUNCH of chicks in California, there's 28 million people that live there, so I'm guessing there is at least one.
Dumb mustake number 2: I told a friend I would go out to coffee with them this week. Oops. I feel really bad telling him no. I have like zero time, though, so I don't know when I will. Plus, I'm not sure how "friendly" this situation is getting, and trust me, I don't want it to be that.
Charles is so UGGH most of the time I can't stand it. I can't even believe the stuff he does then acts like everyone should treat him so well. Well, news flash. You can't call your sister a dumb*** or the b word and expect her to let you hang out with her friends. And it will make her MORE mad if you make fun of her friends, too. I'm so sick of it. There's got to be a lesson in here somewhere, but I'm not exactly sure where to find it. I'm so worried that I am going to grow up and hate all men.