THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE
Going shopping with my mom is such fun sometimes. She let me ramble about Novio, and I think it put some of her fears to rest. We’re responsible, as far as teenagers go, and she understands that. It made me smile how she said, “You’re making the right choice to break this off before you go to college…but I like the idea that you still plan to know him afterwards. Who knows what might happen?” I’m not going to drop him because I’m leaving; we’ll stay friends (or a bit more than on breaks), keep in touch, et cetera, et cetera. I nearly cried in the parking lot when she got me talking about leaving him…that one’s going to hurt a lot. We both need to be free as we expand our lives, but that doesn’t mean we can’t come back together and explore hand in hand at some point. I enjoy how promising it seems. My father also admits that he has “a whole lot of respect for that boy,” AND WE ARE OFFICIALLY GOING TO NEW YORK CITY TOGETHER FOR A DAY. :D :D :D
I stayed up ‘til one in the morning making cupcakes with my mother for the choreographer I work with. Her birthday’s tomorrow, and I want to bring her something special for it at rehearsal. We did have a cake made, but between how burned it ended up being and the awful job I did decorating (blobs =/= dancers), glittery cupcakes seemed like a far tastier/prettier/all around better option. We watched Castle while they baked, had overtired giggly time, and ended the day on a good note.
(Late)
