  *sigh* It's been a long weekend; good but exhausting. Let's see there was supposed to be something at Russ's house this Friday but that didn't work out. So me and Trevor went to Dixieland, no wait... hang on. *runs upstairs to get her journal in which she writes daily* Back. *flips through the journal* When was the last time I wrote? Holy crap!
Feb 28, dang. Ok: Amanda had a party on like Feb 29 and me and Trevor showed, to quote Anna, "our first real PDA. " She say's it like it's a goal to achive. Like we should be here and we're here and we're working up... courage to get there. IDK. But yeah, we sat in a recliner together, and watched practically everyone else make out.
Nothing much happened Feb-29 til March 5th or 6th. On some Friday we all went to the movies. No Trevor. But Patrick picked me up and took me home. It was actually a more fun car ride than I'd expected. He's always been a close friend of mine but idk.
I thought it'd be boring and it wasn't. Then Saturday Trevor picked me up around noon and we went bowling and Dixielanding with his family for his cousin's birthday. 'Twas fun. Then we got to talking about the Holocaust and all the Holocaust and WWII books I read. Trevor didn't like that I read so much... Nazi propaganda books and whatnot. I can see his point bad it's not influencing me at all.
It's just interesting material. But he didn't see it that way and we had an itellectual discussion about it. We brought his dad into the convorsation and he gave his view, basically siding with me. Trevor got all... pouty and moody and broody. Really quite scarey on someone who's almost always happy and smiling. I had to go really soon and so on the car ride home nobody talked.
Really scarey. We jsut didn't talk, didn't look at each other, nothing. Until I said, "if you're not mad, why aren't you talking? " sorta angry like because I thought he was seriously really mad about it. Basically he was worried. This is a way over simplification: He thought that because of my... less than perfect family situation, that I'd be more suseptible to influence by the stuff I read.
Brutality runs in my family. It's only natural. And I know he really cares and it's going to something that just going to have to be that way if we end up together. Agree to disagree thing. But we drove home with both of us crying silent tears. Then once we got there, to Mom's, we did the ususal thing of going in, saying hi and i'm home and going back outside to say goodbye and kiss.
But we'd both been crying and Tyler noticed it. He screamed up to Mom that something had happened and she called me upstairs. She asked me what was wrong and why I'd been crying and I said that I didn't want to talk about it right then. She told me that I had to come up and talk to her right away after I got back inside. She thought, and Tyler thought too, that me and Trevor had had a big fight and that we were going to break up. Not so.
So we went outside and talked. A lot. And cried. A lot. Mainly I cried. It was basically a "Harry and Cho" moment from Harry Potter.
She cries and they kiss. That's not the main part but he did initiate a kiss, a good long kiss. And I'm glad. It was a happy break. But I told him lots of stuff that I hadn't told him before, details about my mom and what she does. Some weird things like hugs that I didn't really think mattered.
We talked for about 45 mintues, I think. And then he definately had to go home. He called his parents and told them he'd be home in 20 mintues even tho it only takes 10 mintues to get home from my house. Since I had to go talk to my mom, he was afraid something was going to happen. He was going to stay there across the street for ten minutes, or until I signaled to him that all was okay. I went upstairs to talk to Mom.
Nothing particularly happened. I just told her I couldn't tell her and that I wasn't truely mad at Trevor and he wasn't mad at me, I didn't think. So that was fun. And it only sered to piss Mom off more. On Sunday I went to Trevor's too, to escape the crying and stuff. Before I left I packed up my stuff to go back to Dad's and asked Mom to please take it with her when she took Tyler.
She didn't. She refused. And I didn't get my stuff back until the lawyers called around and talked to her and they sent someone to get the stuff. I didn't have my school books for a day at school. That's really bad. Will post another shortly. 
