Ch-ch-ch-chaaaaaaaaaaaanges!

Wow, summer is almost over. Sunday will mark a month left living at home. Yes, I'm going to be twenty minutes away (TIFFANY) and home one the weekends, but everyone says that it changes forever, that you aren't really living at home anymore. Yeah. Anyway.

More changes include Andrew, the Mentally Retarded Older Brother I Never Had (if you are offended, please don't be...he really does act retarded, if not idiotic, a good majority of the time) (Andrew, if you are reading this: JUST KIDDING! I love you! I think you are the soul of good judgement!) is moving to California to attend college. Now, this kind of makes sense, as he has family there, but is leaving Lisa, girlfriend of almost one year, and Gabe, the Cutest Dog EVER, behind. Also, hey look, there are tons of good bible colleges here. You can hardly walk through Texas without tripping over one. But I digress. This is Andrew's decision and he must have good reasoning and a lot of prayer into this. I will just miss him terribly. Who will I fight with during choir? Certainly not Pastor, he's had a heart transplant, although you wouldn't think he'd be that snippy. I can't fight with Chris, as he is not within arm's length. Who's gonna fart ALL THE TIME? Not me, or Chris. He says we haven't reached that point in our relationship. Who's going to make inappropriate comments about the sexiness of my legs and/or rub them to see if there was stubble? (okay, it was that one time) Who's gonna sing with me? Mr. I Can't Wait Until You Get Into The College Class So We Can Do Specials Together. Lies, all of them.

ANYWAY.

I attended orientation at the University of Houston last week. It was a very tiring, but exciting, two days. I'm registered for classes, found out who my roommate is going to be (Kendrah!!!!!), and met more fun people. I'm thinking of getting a job on campus at the bookstore. They are conducting open interviews in two weeks so I am going to mosey on down there and see about work. If that doesn't work out, there's always being poor.

Speaking of Chris, today is our five month thing. I won't say anniversary, because that's a yearly thing and sounds stupid in reference to months. We almost broke up Sunday because last week his parents were out of town and his mother was extremely concerned about her four dogs to the point that I could not spend any quality time with him. Seriously, he ate at my house 3 or 4 times and I saw him once. Anyway, my last straw came Tuesday night when he told Andrew (again, you are so smart!!!) to tell me that he couldn't wait five more minutes to take me home and said that my mom would pick me up. Andrew thought he meant that he had already called mom and told me as much. Rachel offered me a ride home and I called my parents to see if they had left yet. They had not; they didn't even know they were supposed to. I vented to Rachel, who also starred as Chris's GIRLFRIEND a couple years ago (yeah, nice one, Sherlock), that I was frustrated about his mom and stuff and she said that she had the same problem and that I should talk to him about it. I vented to Dad, who is very future oriented and also said I needed to talk to him about it. So, I talk to him about it and ask if he was mad. He said no, and proceeded to basically ignore me the rest of the week. I had a girls night with Rachel, Sarah, and Melissa (another stellar judgment by Audrey) Saturday night and didn't tell him (because he didn't ask). Anyway, I missed him something awful and thought about what I had said and came to the conclusion that it's not my business how his mom keeps track of him. Sunday morning, he said, "We need to talk." which of course puts me in a bright and chipper mood (NOT) all during church. I just KNEW that this was it because of, once again, my big mouth, and that this was the big lesson that would cure my verbal diarrea. Well, we get in the car and I lead off with an apology about what I said and that it wasn't my business and that I realize that we were raised differently and said, now what do you want to talk about and he said with a grin, "Tuesday night" and proceeded to tell me that he was mad at what I said and that it reminded him of a girl that he dated and was no longer dating because of that fact and that he was seriously considering breaking up with me until I apologized and wouldn't have even discussed it with me if not for the fact that he really liked me (!!!!!!!). He also said that she never realized that they were raised differently. Anyway, long story short, we are still together and, I think, stronger because we made it through our first fight (took us five months). He even told his mother about it and my apology and she wasn't mad at me! I told Mom way back when that I'd be the only girl she ever liked. Gosh, I could be a prophet.

Oh, and I finally understand why people like to "make up" so much.

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