Bird of Prey

I had work on Saturday (yesterday), and it went surprisingly fast. It was very busy and so we were all too distracted to be looking at the clock. My shoulder was killing me, but I had to keep going. Eventually, the crowd died down and I was able to breathe. I headed home, and was looking forward to having Sunday off. It's very rare I get a day off without asking, especially now that Jena is gone. I got home, chilled out, and slept. I awoke Sunday morning, pulled my shades closed, and went back to bed. Sleep is a beautiful thing. I got up and was immediately put to work. My mom was cleaning the entire inside of the fridge. Shelves were taken out, food was on the counters, and she was of course complaining about the mess. My dad makes his own iced tea (VERY sweet), and he isn't really neat about storing it. It gets the counters and the fridge shelves kinda sticky. My mom has an OCD streak, so this often causes fights between them. I helped her clean the fridge. Then she went on a long speech about how my dad and I never do anything around the house. I'm sorry, didn't I just vacuum on Thursday? And I dusted when I got home on Saturday. I literally JUST helped you clean the fridge. Yet apparently, I do nothing. Ok then. Cool. I had to spend my "day off" vacuuming and mopping and resisting the urge to punch something. Why can I never have a day where I can just do nothing? Maybe next week, I'll have my chance. My parents are leaving for a weekend trip from Saturday to Monday. I'll be with Erik, but I won't have to worry about my mom's bitching or keeping up on chores every spare moment I have. I took that weekend off work too. I can sleep, watch tv, enjoy anime, and take it slow. Thank Jesus. 

So, I opened Leo's gift. I smiled. I'm still smiling. He got me 3 pairs of Star Trek knee-high socks. My parents are Trekkies, and I find the show rather entertaining myself. My mom has a Bird of Prey hanging from her rear view mirror, and my dad still watches old reruns. It brought back memories of the few times we spoke about Star Trek together. And even the time Leo tried to show me Star Wars backstage before school. Then something else was wrapped up with the socks. A small keychain. It's the Gadsden flag (look it up). "Don't Tread on Me"; that phrase means a lot to me. Patriotic, and once again it brings back some memories of Leo being a crazy history nerd. Leo's keychain is going to join my house keys. I'll see it often, and have that little memory. Although, Bambi gave me a keychain also. His was of a pink horse from an Italian cartoon. Having those 2 keychains together on the same ring may be weird, but I want Leo's on there. I wonder if he reads my blog. If he does, maybe he'll see that I still have a heart. I tried to smile at him. I tried not to hurt him. I tried to be the best person I could be for him. I think I pretty much failed at everything I attempted to do. I can't fix it now. Leo, don't hold it all against me.