kayleebug (kayleebug) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-02-04 15:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaylee moreau |
I hope you’re doing a little better these days. I’m sending some more nail polish! It says it’s “timbleberry”. Right. Not sure where they get these things. Someone out there has a job where they just make up words.
So for someone who’s stuck on house arrest and has escorts for every minute of my life, it’s been kind of eventful the past few days. I met Abel’s grandmother. She seemed super nice but when Abel and Tristan walked in, you’d think I was sitting there buddying up to the Antichrist. Do you know her? Care to weigh in?
I wish I could talk to you. It’s been like a dude overload here. I love my big brother, you know that, but he’s not exactly the guy I can talk to if I want advice sans-judgment. He tries, and I probably shouldn’t be writing that because it would make him feel awful if he ever saw it. It’s okay, it’s his job to be all disapproving. Someone has to. Besides that though, he just doesn’t really get it. And I can’t talk to my friends from school, because I can’t be like, “Oh, by the way, I can use magic.” I can’t talk to Abel and Tris because omg, can you imagine? Besides, they’re part of the problem.
And I don’t mean that they’re a problem. I know they’ve both done so much for me and for Andrew, and for you too. I’m not ungrateful. I just don’t know if I’m ready for all of this. At the end of last semester my biggest issue was thinking about swapping my major. Which I also wanted to talk to you about! But now I don’t have the first clue what to do with my life. I have all these new options and I guess I should be excited, but I’m kind of just overwhelmed.
I am iffy about ranting on to you about my issues, but maybe they’ll be a nice distraction from everything you’re going through. I know I’d love to have someone else’s problems to worry about instead of sitting here stewing over my own!
Abel is pretty amazing. I can’t believe you two never hooked up. (Seriously? I swear I won’t tell Andyrew.) But no, I know better, because he’s all proper and polite and sweet. Which I don’t even know what to do with, you know? You wouldn’t, I guess. But I feel like I’m just waiting for him to realize that I’m completely not any of those things. I feel like the girl in one of those My Fair Lady movies where the guy is trying to make something cultured and proper out of someone they found on the street.
Whatever, he’s letting me come help him more now. It’s Sooooo nice to get to just DO something. I think I am driving poor Tristan insane. While that’s pretty funny, I don’t want to ACTUALLY make him freak out. I know you two don’t get along, but he’s really a great guy, Mel. He’s more misunderstood than Bowser. He’s reactive and abrasive and he’s a total brat sometimes, but under all of that he’s incredibly sweet and loyal. I’m glad he’s the one who got stuck looking after me.
Anyway, I need to get going. Get better! I miss you! And I need someone to help me with this updo I found on pinterest because the back of my head is my enemy!