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For the first time in a while I've been really happy.
I called Garrett a Thursday, because I thought he was moving Friday.
We had a conversation about nothing really, but it was amazing.
He said, "Even though we didn't hang out too much the time we spent together was great."
And when we we're about to hang up, I said "I love you" and he responded "I love you too, sweet dreams" I lived on that sentence all of Friday. Garrett makes me feel like a special person. Every word he says means a lot to me, and I felt really bad for him. Rather than hanging out with friends everyday this summer, he's been laying down mulch and packing to move to Massachusetts.
He seemed pretty sad too, but he was still the same 'ole sweet Garrett. He left today and I haven't cried yet, I'm actually really happy that I had the Chance to talk to him before he left. He's a great person and even though he left all his friends behind in Michigan, I know he's going to make a lot of really great new ones. Like Nina said "He's gonna find some hot chick in Boston and bang her" I don't doubt that either because he is a really gorgeous guy. Hahaha it was a lunch table joke, so I don't expect anyone but me to find it funny.
Any whoo, me and my mom sorta patched things up. She is like my best friend so it's very hard not to forgive her. But having a best friend for a mom can really suck, because we can get into fights like friends do. But at the end of the day I love her, and she loves me, even if we live in completly different states, I tell her everything and she does the same to me. Most people can't do that with their mom. It's sorta the same with my brother, I can talk to him about anything. We literally spend time together making "That's what she said" jokes and talking about how gross fake boobs are. It's because me and him had shed off our sibling rivalry a long time ago, and realized that even though we're two different people, we've been though everything together so we sorta have the general idea of how we feel. And there's my dad usually he's very hard to talk to, but we really bonded on my way to work Wednesday. We talked about when we all lived in Africa, it was just great to know about my family there and what it was like when we all lived in Ghana. Living with my dad and brother with the occasional company from Lesley-Anne (The girlfriend of my father) and having my mom be all the way in New York can be tough, but sometimes... Ugh, I lost my train of thought my dad sorta pissed me off while I was writing this sentence, but you get the idea.
I'd also just like to say thank you to those who read this blog. I know I don't get like a gazillion comments but the few that I get are enough to make me happy. You guys are very great people, and I'm happy to know that I'm not just writing this to myself. So thank you very very uber much (:


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The video below also contributed to a lot of comic relief, I watched it with my brother.
Warning: You may have trouble breathing when watching this moving because of the large amount of laughter you will be doing.




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