and my every move isn't monitored on the family computer anymore,
I think I'm going to go back to TRYING to update my live journal,
at least once a month.
So let's see... What has happened since my last journal update?
Well, for starters, I got a new boyfriend.
His name is Curtis Ray Upchurch. He's seriously, so far, the best I have ever dated. Thinking back to all the guys I've dated in the past, I'm somewhat beating myself up over the fact that I wasted all that time on such assholes in my life. Especially Mark Hurtado & Dean Santos.
Curtis is unbelievably sweet to me. He's always there for me, every step of the way, and his family likes me. With the acception of his mother, whom I'm yet to get on good terms with, because of a stupid incident that happened a couple of weeks ago. Ha. Anyway..
He has the cutest little family (his family is actually pretty big..and super close, which is sparking my uber jealousy, at the moment.)
I've always wanted a close family.
I mean, I used to have that, back before my mom and dad got divorced in 1997.
We'd all get together for holidays, birthdays, or just random dinners and trips. And I mean our WHOLE family. My mom's side. My dad's side. Some of my cousins from Costa Rica, Canada, & the deep-deep south, etc. But I guess that's what happens when family breaks up. So, seeing Curtis' family...it makes me both smile and a little sad at the same time. However, Curtis tries to get me involved in his family, as much as he can. And it makes me so happy. <3 He also thEE cutest aunt I have ever seen. I keep forgetting her name, but she's very talkative, and super sweet.
But a little more about my boyfriend: He's 19 years old, pushing 6 foot, and part Japanese. THAT PART is what makes me smile. If you know me, and yes, I'm not proud to say this, I used to be somewhat "racist" to asians, in general. He had told me he had lived in Hawaii, and being the stupid gullible me, I assumed he was hawaiian. (Which, he does have hawaiian in him, I just thought he was full on..). The fact that I was starting to fall for him, before I knew his full ethnicity was surprising. And when I found out, yes it was surprising. But I didn't care. He could've been black, for all I care. (Haha, that sounds bad. And NO. I'm not racist to blacks. :P) How about I word this correctly, before someone takes it the wrong way? He could be any race, for all I care. He kind of made me not-racist anymore. Hahah. Seriously, though. He's probably the most caring, sweetest boyfriend I could have ever asked for.
Funny enough, we met on myspace, and became friends that way..
We talked for a little, and soon enough, found out that we only lived a few short blocks from eachother, in Campbell. Shortly after, we started dating, only because of immediate attraction and similarities/differences. His peronality definitely got me. It was definitely his charm, and his weird sense of humour. So yea, he IS weird, :) But when have I ever dated someone "normal"? I like that about him. Especially that he doesn't give a flying rat's ass about what people think of him. I have to say, the past 3 months, have been amazing, thanks to Curtis Upchurch.
ONWARD TO OTHER THINGS..
I moved out of my parent's house.
Only because I got kicked out, technically.
We were planning to move to Nevada, when my step dad walks in my room, during one of his rages, and says "Just so you know, before we leave, take your piercings out, and dye your hair one colour."
Automatically, my response was "No?"
I refuse to change for anyone. I did stupid things, and changed myself for my ex boyfriend and almost lost my friends' trust because of it. I looked the way I did because it was how I wanted to world to view me. No, not as a freak, but as someone who couldn't give a fuck about what her parents said to try to conivince me that I WAS a freak. But then again, welcome to CALIFORNIA. I lived here a good portion of my life, so not only was I going to change my appearance so my step dad and mother wouldn't be embarrassed of me, I definitely didn't want to leave my friends behind. Nor my boyfriend.
His response to mine was "it's either you do so, or you're on the streets."
Now, why would he give me that option? Haha. Knowing that OF COURSE I'd pick the streets over them, any day. My friends > My family. My friends = My family. Luckily Lindsey was there for me, to put a roof over my head. Unfortunately, I have to go to Reno, in order to get any ID, (cuz my mom is forking over a bit of cash for everything, THINKING that it'll make me change my mind and stay. Ha. Nope.). So next week, I'll be in nevada, so I can come back, get a job, and help Lindsey with rent & food. Being "out there" isn't easy, especially that I'm not DOING IT RIGHT.
Danielle is on her way.
So I best be getting ready.
Have a good day journalists.
that I don't live with my parents anymore,