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Real food/black friday/i was a big girl

Oh, may I testify to the world how true this is. If only I'd known what this week was going to mean to me last year. I'm so grateful that I got to spend it with my family, and, that there was real food.

The end of the week is here and I'm really sad. I had a great week with family and getting a break. But now it's over and I have to get back into energizer bunny mode, which is a bit overwhelming. NO! There's about two weeks of school left, and one week of finals and then I'll be done for a whole month! Just getting through these last few weeks seems a little daunting though. Oh well, I'll get through it just like I always do. Hopefully I don't end up puking my first day of break like I did last year though. Good times.

My mom and I completely rocked black friday. Let's just say that this girl, named Kylee, who previously had three dvds to her name was able to create her own library of ALL her favorites. And most of them were only $3.99. I've never really participated in Black Friday before, but this was very exciting. Should have seen me taking them all out of the plastic hehe! It was so satisfying to purchase them with the money I worked for. With that came the sad moment of looking at my account afterwards. It's a good thing I already got all my Christmas and birthday's for the rest of the year taken care of.

This is what rocks about living in a dorm, I have no idea where to find the stores I would usually shop at, so I don't have to worry about being tempted to spend all the time. The downside to this is, I have no idea where the grocery store is. The other downside is, I feel like a stranger in my own house. The other night I was getting very overwhelmed by all the noise and talking going on in one room. I've only been in school three months but so many things have already changed. And others have unfortunately stayed the same. Like how I haven't finished my novel yet. And graphic tees are still way more comfy than girl clothes. R2-D2 shirt will live on forever!

See that? That picture right there? That, is not Sammy. That is his little brother. And you know what? This picture would not have been possible mere days ago. I wouldn't have even been aware that Sammy's little bro had a mustache that looks like it needs to pay it's own taxes, nor would he have let me touch it while getting his picture taken. But, this picture exists! (I just thought I'd mention that I love my eyebrows.)

On Tuesday I did one of the scariest things I've ever done. I went over to Sammy's house for the first time in two months, and his parents, Sammy, and I all sat down and talked. I was literally shaking on the drive there, and stalled going in as long as I possibly could. (It wasn't my fault T Swift came on right as I parked and I had to stay in the car to sing along.) When I made it into the garage, I carefully arranged my shoes so they would be easy to slip on next to my keys if I had to make a fast get away. But I went in, and made my awkward entrance hiding behind Sammy. Awkward hugs were exchanged, I plopped down on the couch when I was supposed to go to the kitchen table. I said whatever popped into my head like I always do, and said everything that I've been needing to say for awhile. I understand a whole lot better now their point of view as well and have a new level of respect for them.

There are still going to be issues and disagreements down the road, and the hard times are nowhere near over. But I feel like this was a huge step that was needed. I can't even describe how great it feels to be back in that house, laughing with all them. I really missed them, they're part of my family. I loved being able to have a second Thanksgiving dinner with them all, and then watch Inception with Sammy, his brother, and his cousin. I was so comfortable there and feel like I can be myself with them. I'm so thankful that Sammy had my back and that talk was able to happen. 



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