I'm in Idaho right now visiting my family, though my stay here is almost up. In fact, I go home on Wednesday. If you missed the fuck out of me, give me a call and we'll do stuff together.
One of the biggest pieces of news is that - ta da! - after three years of promisin', Jon is finally coming up from Tennessee to visit. He'll be arriving in Des Moines on July 25, and I'm starting to get all giddy. I admit it, I'm excited. I've known him for years and he's one of my very best friends, so I can't wait to see him. If you want to meet the infamous Jon, just give me a call between July 25 and July 29 and we'll set something up. I'm going to charge an admission fee, though. Ten bucks a pop sounds about right. (But Casey gets to view him for free 'cause she's my sugar pie.)
Brandon picked me up Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so I will get to read that as soon as I get home. I feel a little geeky admitting that I have high levels of anticipation, even though I hated her last HP book. I thought it was way too predictable. And did it piss anyone else off that JK Rowling made Harry a whiney little bitch? Just me? Right.
I had a "Father-Daughter" day with my father yesterday, if you can call it that. Our activities included lunch, shopping for men's underwear, and stopping at a hardware store so he could pick up things he needed. Woohoo, exciting! I went shopping with my Bonky today, however, and I got some new underwear. They're hot, though I will spare you the descriptions.
Now for the bad parts of today.
As I was shopping, i discovered that my debit card was not working. I tried it as a debit and credit card, but each time it was denied. Puzzled, I went to an ATM to check my balance. According to the ATM, my balance was a healthy negative $10. I thought, "Well, maybe my mom took some money and forgot to tell me?" Nope. Then I went online to check my balance, and it said that my balance was $25.66, which is what it's supposed to be. I was going to call customer service to see what the hell was going on, but I got sidetracked by the next bit of news.
My mother informed me that, after RAGBRAI (Register's Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa), Jay is moving out. He isn't keeping his promises, and rather than act like a responsible adult he'd rather move out. I sound angry, but in all honesty I'm rather depressed about the entire ordeal. It never bothered me when he moved out before, or when my mom kicked him out, but today as I was talking to Brandon I started crying. His theory, which makes sense, is this:
My mother has been married her share of times and had her share of boyfriends, and they all eventually leave. It's something I had grown accustomed to and something I was okay with. In fact, I expected it. "So why is this bothering me so much now?" I asked Brandon, "I thought I was used to the idea of her husbands/boyfriends leaving."
"Maybe you hoped that Jay would break that trend," Brandon answered.
And, yeah, I guess I did. I've grown accustomed to Jay, I love having him around. And I wish he'd stay. I'm not mad at him for leaving, and he's gotta do what he's gotta do. I just wish he'd change his mind.
And that's why today was bad and all I wanted to do with my poor little heart was sleep. And, now that I have accomplished my promised update, sleep is where I am once again headed. Good night.
Fitfully,
Tory "They're not icky, they're cute!" Anderson