I got a call from Mom last night. I can't remember the last time I heard her so happy. My dad's coming home. Next week. And he couldn't have come back at a better time. It turns out what people say is true: the only man a girl can really depend on is her daddy. I've missed him so much. And I hate being in that stupid apartment without Sean. Paige has been keeping Alex occupied. They probably wouldn't even notice if I headed home for awhile. Or permanently. They always wanted to share a place with Marco and Dylan anyway. Sean's gone and it sucks. It's not worth lying over. But I'm sure he's having a good time staying with Jay. And I think if Jay had spent one more day with only Billy to interact with, he might have really lost it. So it's good for both of them.
Speaking of which. Mr. Hogart and I made some delicious pancakes last week. In his backyard, of all places. Did you know that compactable skillets exist? Because they do. And they're amazing. As were the pancakes. What a confusing kid. I can never tell when he's kidding or not. But I don't think he's as bad as Alex says. He's actually pretty sweet. And he's a good kisser. Not that I could ever let her find out that I thought so. Or Sean. Or.. anyone.
Classes start at University of Toronto next month, and that's where I'm headed. NYU was just.. too far away, too expensive and way too prestigious for me to live up to. And the thing that was most appealing about it is staying behind, too. I've been trying to just comphrehend how Sully managed to fuck up so badly, but I can't even process it. A baby. What was he thinking? What were they thinking? And now they're together. Sully and Jess. Barf.
Spin, you and me, crappy movie marathon asap. We have best friend time that needs to be caught up on.
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Dino movies non-stop. Well, minus the 20 of The Land Before Time, anyway.
And most definitely. Come over whenever.
Just let me know when, my social calendar's looking pretty blank.