Just wanted to let you guys know that my book, Artifacts of a ’90s Kid, is now available! You can find it at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, Walmart, etc. If you’ve enjoyed reading this blog, you’ll most likely enjoy the book as well! 🙂 Thanks so much for your support – the book wouldn’t have been possible without you! 🙂
01/08/05: Wow, this break from school has really flown by. I remember being so excited that I would have exactly 32 days off, so about a month, and now we are down to 10 more days. It’s depressing to think about. Normally I’m excited to start a new semester, but since my grades ended up being worse than I expected, I’m really discouraged. I feel like this will be a very difficult semester to get through because I’m taking the maximum number of hours and will be in a very hard statistics class. Ugh!!! I’m usually an A-B student, but I ended up getting a C in both finite math and American diversity, which I’m not even that mad about because those classes were impossible. I remember in finite there was a certain time frame where you could drop the course if you wanted to up until a certain date, and after that date, I noticed that half my class was missing, which was a class of about 50 people. I got an A in my psychology class which I was obviously happy about since that’s my major, and then I got B’s in English and criminal justice. I was very upset about getting a B in my criminal justice class because I had an A the entire semester until the final came around. I still don’t know what my grade was on the final because my teacher never emailed me back, but I must have just barely missed getting an A. It was also upsetting because criminal justice is my minor. Then in English, I worked incredibly hard on my portfolio and definitely expected an A, however, my teacher explained that he actually doesn’t grade each individual paper. It’s more like he skims over everything and gives you an estimate instead of an exact, precise grade, which is ridiculous. I wish I would have known that beforehand or else I wouldn’t have spent so much time on each paper for someone to just skim it over. So anyway, enough about that.
For the past few days, I’ve been in Chicago visiting my sister at her new apartment. It’s a nice place, although there is absolutely nowhere to park and we got 9 inches of snow. The road by her apartment never got plowed and we have the worst car for this weather – a mustang. So every time we tried to go somewhere, the car would get stuck in the snow and the wheels would just spin. Thankfully, a couple guys helped dig us out of the snow and pushed us on our way. They were kind of scary guys, but without their help, there was no way we would’ve been able to get ourselves unstuck. Today we went driving around and my sister showed me some stuff like the campus at Northwestern University, and she also showed me where she works. After that, we went to an outdoor mall and I was freezing, but I got some great smelling bath stuff from Bath and Body Works and some new underwear from Victoria’s Secret, so that helped cheer me up.
Carson is at his parents’ house right now which is about a half hour away, and I actually stayed at his place for a few hours yesterday while my sister was still at work. We had fun playing MarioKart Double Dash, and I got to meet his sister for the first time. She lived in North Carolina for awhile and now Texas, so she doesn’t go home very often. Carson and I were having a good time until his parents came home and it was time to eat dinner. Carson went over to fill up both his plate and mine when I heard his mom say something quietly to him about how there wasn’t enough food for me to eat with them, basically. Then Carson said something about how I could eat off of his plate or we would share or something, so between the two of us, we had one small bowl of salad, one slice of rosemary bread, and one helping of pasta. The meal was clearly only enough for one person, and I was totally starving because I had been on the road driving pretty much all day and didn’t get much to eat. I knew that Carson would’ve let me have as much as I wanted (which would’ve been like everything), but I knew that he also was extremely hungry and I kind of lost my appetite after how rude his mom was. She really didn’t care if I got food or not, and every time Carson comes over to my parents’ house, my mom is more concerned about him having enough to eat even more so than me, which she should be because he’s the guest. My parents don’t cook much, they eat out most of the time, but they always bring something back for Carson if he wants it. Even if we were eating a meal at my house and there was a shortage of food, my mom would totally make me give my dinner to Carson and go make something else or she would find something else to eat herself. We would never leave Carson out like that unless we knew he had other food that he’d brought, which is sometimes the case. I’m not a health nut like Carson having to bring my chicken and rice everywhere, so I don’t travel with food. I just couldn’t believe that Carson’s mom didn’t suggest that he make something else for dinner so that I could eat. Or she could have even offered me a frozen dinner at least. I don’t know, she just didn’t care, and that hurt my feelings. I already don’t feel comfortable going over to his house because I kind of feel ignored. No one ever asks any questions to try and get to know me, everything is always directed toward talking to Carson, and that’s exactly how dinner was too. After that happened, I really just wanted to leave. I want to have a good relationship with these people because in all honestly I do believe they could potentially be my future in-laws, but I don’t know if they’re ever going to accept me the way I want them to. Carson tells me that they like me and it’s just the way they are or whatever, but anyone with a brain in their head can figure out that their guest might like to have dinner, too. I really don’t understand Carson’s mom at all. One time, we were in the kitchen eating when his mom came in and told us the whole story about some cyst that was on her back and had to be removed. She told us the details about all the puss and everything, and it was just disgusting. It was weird that she was saying all that in front of me who she doesn’t know very well, but we were obviously trying to eat too, so it was just very strange. She’s confusing because sometimes she’ll do nice things for me, like she made me earrings and a scarf, but then other times she acts like she doesn’t like me.
I’ll never forget the time we went to a White Sox game. Well first, I should probably explain what happened before that. Ok, one time I was going to go watch Carson play at one of his baseball games, and his mom was going to take me there. Before leaving, she asked if I wanted to borrow a jacket in case I got cold, and I wasn’t sure what the weather was like outside and didn’t want to be rude, so I said, “Ok, thank you” and took the jacket. When we arrived, I noticed the sun had come out and it was warmer, so I decided to leave the jacket in the car and told his mom that if I got cold I would come back for it. So anyway, before the White Sox game, it was rainy which was unexpected, and once again I hadn’t brought a jacket (it was summer by the way). So once again, she asked if I wanted to borrow that silly jacket and I said alright because this time I knew I would need it. Then his mom said something like, “Well are you sure, because I don’t want to end up carrying it around for you.” I really could not believe she said that – it’s like she remembered that time at Carson’s game where I thought I might need a jacket but then didn’t end up needing it and then decided to hold that against me. Even though the jacket was extremely lightweight and didn’t really make me any warmer and made me look ridiculous because it was so big, I made sure to wear it the whole time just for his mom.
There was this other Sox game we went to for Carson’s birthday when something else happened. When we walked in the doors, there were people who handed everyone one of those things you put under your windshield of your car so that it blocks the sun (it was a big picture of US Cellular Field). We were going to separate from Carson’s parents to go to the bathroom and then meet them at our seats. As we were parting, Carson handed his mom the windshield thing so she could take it back to where we were sitting. Naturally, he grabbed mine to also give to his mom, but for some reason or other, she just would not take it and gave Carson this look like, “I don’t want to carry hers” or that carrying three of those things was just too much, which is ridiculous. I ended up just taking mine from Carson and said, “Let’s go.” I usually like to save things like that, but I ended up throwing mine in the trash out of anger. I figured that if Carson and I went to get food later or something, I wouldn’t be able to leave the thing with his mom since she was so against having to hold onto it in any way, so that’s another reason I got rid of it. I can’t talk to Carson about any of this because he just doesn’t understand or at least tries to act like there’s nothing wrong with his mom’s behavior. I used to try to express my concerns about the way I felt about his parents (specifically his mom), but we would never agree, so I just stopped. He doesn’t know anything about me being upset yesterday after the whole dinner thing. I guess he just thought what happened was normal because he never said one word to me about it. I’ve just been used to my boyfriend’s parents in the past always liking me. Jordan’s mom was always so nice to me. It’s hard because I love Carson so much and he means the most to me out of any guy I’ve ever dated and I get stuck with parents who seem to have a problem with me when I’ve done nothing wrong. Who knows, maybe she feels like I took her son away from her or something like that. Well it’s 3:00 AM and I have to wake up early to go to Bloomington with Carson tomorrow, so I’ll try to write more before this semester break ends.
Commentary: All I have to say is thank goodness we didn’t end up getting married.
01/03/05: Usually every New Year’s Eve is always horrible, like last year when I was stuck in Florida with no luggage. I didn’t have any clothes to wear, I couldn’t get into any of the clubs my sister said I’d be able to get into, and worst of all, I was so far away from Carson. He was having a party at his house and had a bunch of people over and I felt like I was really missing out. Everyone around me was having a blast, but I was miserable. A couple years before that, me and a friend had plans to go out, but then I got ditched at the last minute and ended up spending New Year’s alone. I knew this year had to be better, and it was. We ended up doing something different than what we had originally planned, but it was still fun. I spent it at my house with my parents, sister, and Carson. My parent’s best friends came over along with their daughter, who also brought a friend. We sat around eating snacks and played a game called Cranium. Part of me wished that Carson and I could have been alone at midnight. That way, we could’ve actually kissed without having to feel awkward, but at least I got to be with him this year and that’s all that mattered.
Anyway, tonight my mom and I got into a huge argument. She still tries to control everything I do. Jordan (my ex boyfriend) wanted to hang out and catch up, so I figured we could go to a movie or something. I have a boyfriend and he has a girlfriend, so it’s not like it would be a date or anything – it would just be nice to see him again. He’s been in the Marines, so I don’t really get a chance to see him anymore. When I told my mom, she completely freaked out and took my car keys away so I wouldn’t be able to leave. Even when I talk to people online, she always has to know who I’m talking to. If I tell her, she says I shouldn’t be talking to that person. My parents always tell me how I need to make more friends, yet when I try to make plans with people, they won’t let it happen. I don’t think I was doing anything wrong by wanting to see Jordan. He was a really important person in my life for awhile, but my mom always has a way of making me feel guilty like I did something wrong. The entire two weeks I’ve been home from school, the only person I’ve hung out with has been Carson. I knew if I asked to go anywhere my mom would have to know every detail, so it’s almost not even worth it. I had to cancel my plans with Jordan just because my mom didn’t want me to see him. It bothers me that my next door neighbors who are 15 and 16 years old get to stay out way later than I do and I’m almost 20! I always hear music and car doors slamming at like 1 or 2 in the morning over there.
Tonight I was downstairs on the computer and my dad told me twice to not stay up late. Why not? It’s just been so frustrating that I’m in college now and am an adult and my parents still try to have control over me and set rules whenever I come home. I definitely don’t need someone telling me when to go to bed. I don’t have a car of my own, so when I wake up in the morning, my parents are both at work and I can’t go anywhere even if I wanted to until they get home. I don’t really see the point in going to bed early – it’s almost easier to stay up all night and sleep all day because I get so bored not being able to go anywhere. I already went on a cleaning spree. I cleaned my entire room, closet, and bathroom, which took days to complete. I got rid of things that I didn’t want anymore and even moved furniture around for a change. We cleaned the house really well for our get together on New Year’s, so that doesn’t leave me with much to do except watch TV. Oh, and I hear a car at my neighbor’s house right now dropping one of the girls off. Hmmm, let’s check the time, 2:17 AM – yeah, that’s about right. Okay, well I’m in a bad mood and have cramps, so I’m going to bed now.
Commentary: It’s crazy how much your perspective changes as you get older. Back then, I viewed my mom as extremely overprotective and controlling. We got into a lot of arguments for that reason, but what was my mom supposed to do – just let me do whatever I wanted? I was a bit of a wild child compared to my siblings, so although I hated being treated differently by my parents, I truly needed the extra rules and discipline. One thing I’ll always regret is giving my mom such a hard time when all she tried to do was look out for me. That reminds me of one of my favorite quotes: “You spend years wishing your parents would get off your back, only to realize they’re the only ones who ever really had your back.” Just typing that out brings tears to my eyes because it’s so darn true. My parents have been one of the few people in my life who have never given up on me, have shown unconditional love (even though I put them through a lot), and have had my back no matter what.
12/28/04: Christmas came and went very fast. I can’t say it was a bad Christmas because I got almost everything I asked for, but other than that, it was terrible. My grandparents are really starting to change and I wasn’t aware that it was to this extent. I don’t want to go into detail about it all because I’ve already told the whole story to Carson and it’s not fun to think about. Long story short, my grandpa was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease awhile ago and we are really beginning to see signs of it. In my opinion, it’s one of the worst things you can possibly have. It’s not as bad as something such as cancer where there’s a lot of physical suffering involved, but there’s definitely emotional suffering for family members. You’re witnessing someone you’ve known and loved for so many years slowly become more distant and change into someone you feel like you don’t know at all. At least he hasn’t forgotten who we are at this point, so I’m thankful for that. The next day on Christmas morning, we went over to my grandma and grandpa Hitchell’s house. I was relieved because I thought it would be better than how last night went, but my other grandpa isn’t doing very well either. Apparently, he has been waking up several times during the night thinking that someone is in the house stealing from them. He does have Parkinson’s disease, so it either has to do with the actual disease itself or a side effect from the medications. He has also been trying to sell some of his personal belongings, like his coin collection, to complete strangers. He even let some random people come to his house to look at some coins. That’s actually pretty dangerous because he has a lot of old antiques and things from the war and if people see that, then they might actually try to break in at a later time. All of this has been very stressful and hard to deal with. I’ve always been extremely close to my grandparents and it’s really difficult when things start to change. When I try to explain all this to Carson, I feel like he doesn’t understand or just thinks that I’m complaining. I really need his support right now to get through this, but I feel like he doesn’t even want to hear it.
My mom and I also haven’t been getting along lately, but that’s nothing new. It just seems like she’s constantly in a bad mood. Oh, and then I got my grades back from ISU. I didn’t do nearly as well as I had hoped. I worked really hard on my English portfolio and revised my papers enough to make them A papers, or so I thought, but I ended up getting a B-, which dropped my final grade for the class from an A down to a B. Then the same thing happened in another class. The other “A” I was supposed to have was in my criminal justice class. I never did find out what grade I got on that darn final, but it had to have been pretty bad to bring my grade down from an A to a B. It’s extremely frustrating how you can have an A in a class throughout the entire semester and then one exam screws it all up. I emailed those darn teachers a week and a half ago, but they haven’t responded yet. So basically, my break hasn’t been going as well as I’d hoped. I haven’t seen Carson in a week because he had to go to Chicago to be with his family for Christmas. He’s coming over tonight at 10:00 because he had to work at the Olive Garden, so he’ll head over here after that. I’ll finally get to see him and show him everything I got for Christmas. Okay, I’ve done enough writing. Time to get out of the house for a bit.
Commentary: Both of my grandpas have since passed away, but these memories I wrote about regarding the first signs of change are still fresh in my mind. My grandma is the only surviving grandparent I have, and unfortunately, she was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. As upsetting as it is, I have to remember the good times and be thankful for all the years we’ve been able to spend together. She has forgotten a lot of things, but somehow always remembers my book, “Artifacts of a ’90s Kid,” that comes out on November 7th. It’s the first thing she asks about when she sees me, and I cannot wait to show it to her. On a lighter note, with my book coming out soon, I decided to create a YouTube channel! For now I’ll be posting some “artifacts” of the ’80s and ’90s (home videos), and we’ll see where things go from there. At some point I might do a Q&A video if anyone has questions about my book or this blog. In the description box of my first video, I have the links to all my social media accounts and where you can pre-order my book, so feel free to subscribe! 🙂
12/19/04: A lot has happened since the last time I wrote in here. Last week was finals week, so that’s the main reason I’ve been so busy. I had tons of stuff to finish up, like my portfolio for English, and it was extremely stressful. That was due on Monday, then I had one final Tuesday, one on Wednesday, and two on Thursday. On Friday morning, Carson drove me home and I was so happy that the semester is finally over and I survived all my finals. I won’t know my final grades until tomorrow morning, though. I really hope I did good!!! Anyway, Christmas break hasn’t been going that well so far. On Friday, Carson and I were very tired and didn’t do that much. He studied for the GMAT exam that he has to take, which is tomorrow, so it was kind of a boring night. Then Saturday and today (Sunday) I’ve been sick. I really wanted to get my Christmas shopping done, but I wasn’t feeling up to it. I hope I feel better tomorrow because I have a lot I want to get accomplished over break. It’s almost New Year’s Eve and lately I’ve been thinking of some New Year’s resolutions. I feel like you’re only supposed to have one, but this year I have several because there’s a lot I want to change about my life. Here are a few of them:
-Go to bed early every night
-Eat three meals a day (stay healthy, take vitamins)
-Take more pictures of family members/friends
-Do my best in school (try to not get discouraged easily)
-Pay a little more attention to my appearance (don’t wear sweats every day, shave legs regularly)
-Don’t be lazy
Well that’s all I got right now. I don’t know what else to write about…Carson is in Bloomington because he has to work and I miss him so much. Especially since I’ve been sick all weekend. He’s the only one who can take care of me and knows how to make me feel better. Gosh, I miss him so badly I could almost cry right now. I would if I wasn’t so dead tired. I can’t wait until Tuesday night because that’s when he’s coming back over. Well it’s almost 2:30 AM right now and I really need to get over my sickness, so I’m off to bed. I’ll try to write later this week.
Commentary: It’s nice to see I had some goals in life, as trivial as they seem now looking back (shave legs regularly?!). My life must have been pretty darn easy if those were the main challenges I was facing. Too bad I wasn’t able to accomplish any of them, but I guess that’s how it goes with New Year’s resolutions.
12/02/04: A lot has happened since the last time I wrote in here. I meant to bring my journal home over Thanksgiving break, but I forgot. My doctor called with the results of my biopsy and said there was no cancer, thank goodness. I was glad to hear the news and happy that I didn’t have to keep worrying about what was wrong with me. A few weekends ago, my mom came to visit and we went to look at apartments. Most were already taken, but we found a good deal on a two bedroom. My mom actually said that Carson and I can live together! It was really the only good deal we could find, so my mom finally gave in. I’m really excited and have been shopping lately trying to come up with some ideas of what we need for our new apartment. I know it’s kind of risky living with a boyfriend because there’s always a chance we could break up, but I’m willing to risk it because I love him so much. I’m pretty sure at this point that we won’t be breaking up anytime soon. We just had our 1 year and 2 month anniversary on the 23rd of November. We didn’t even get to spend it together, though, because Carson went back home to the Chicago suburbs. Last week we had the whole week off because of Thanksgiving break. I went back to my hometown and he went to his, so we didn’t get to spend much of the week together, but I still had fun. It snowed for the first time this year the night before Thanksgiving, and my brother surprised us by coming home. He originally said he couldn’t because he had to work, so it was a nice surprise. Thanksgiving is usually a holiday that I don’t look forward to very much, but this Thanksgiving was one of the best yet. Not too many people showed up at my aunt’s house, which I liked because I got to be myself and talk more. When we got there, we ate first and then played Trivial Pursuit, the 90’s edition, which is a really fun board game. My mom brought it and only people in my family were playing at first, but eventually everyone else joined in. The teams were me and my dad against my sister and mom. Everyone else was either doing something like watching football or watching us play the game and helped by yelling out answers. Later on, my sister and I went downstairs to play pool with my brother and my cousin’s wife. I don’t play pool very often, but somehow I ended up winning! I was having a lot of fun, but by that time it was already 5:00 PM and getting dark out, so my mom said we needed to get going. Usually after spending all day with family I’m ready for a break, but this time I didn’t want to leave. Then we went to my grandma and grandpa Day’s house for a while so they could see my brother. That visit also turned out to be really fun. We were dancing, playing the organ, and then started playing a game. We didn’t get to stay long, and once again I didn’t want to leave. Looking back on Thanksgiving, I can say that it was one of the best holidays I’ve had in a long time. The rest of my break was fun, too. I got to relax and be lazy, which is exactly what I needed. Well it’s 2:00 AM and I have class tomorrow, so I gotta go.
Commentary: I don’t always have a clear memory of specific holiday gatherings because they tend to run together after awhile, but Thanksgiving of 2004 definitely sticks out in my mind. My brother had moved to Nashville, so having him show up was an awesome surprise, plus we got to see both sides of our family when usually we would only spend it with my dad’s side. Things are much different now that I only have one surviving grandparent and don’t have many family members that live nearby, so I’m especially grateful to have these special memories documented.
11/13/04 (Saturday): This morning when I woke up, I had a lot of trouble getting out of bed. For some reason I was extremely tired, but I knew I had to get up because Carson and I are going apartment hunting for next year. Around 1:00 PM we left to drive around the area to stop at any apartments we were interested in. I really want to live with Carson next year, but of course my parents have a problem with that. We decided to at least live in the same apartment complex. We didn’t have much luck finding anything good, so after making a few stops, we returned to my dorm room. Carson just bought a Nintendo GameCube, so he played that while I took a nap. When I woke up it was time for him to leave for work, so we said goodbye. I tried to go back to sleep, but was rudely awakened by a loud pounding on my door. I went to look out the peephole but didn’t see anyone, so I just locked the door and got back in bed. It really scared me for some reason to where I didn’t even want to leave my room to go to the bathroom. Finally, I went downstairs to eat dinner and of course they didn’t have anything good at the food court, so I had to just eat cereal. For the next few hours, I basically just sat around and waited for Carson to get off work. It seemed like forever until he finally called me at 9:30 PM to say he was on his way home. It really sucks because I don’t get any good channels in my dorm room, so when he’s gone at work there isn’t much for me to do. I don’t go out and party like everyone else. I live in a single room, so it tends to get pretty lonely in here. I just talked to Carson online and he’s coming over so good – I won’t be lonely anymore. Oh and by the way, when I went to the gyno recently, my test results came back abnormal. Yesterday morning I actually had to have a biopsy done which is where they had to take out a little piece of my uterus and test it for cancer. I was so nervous to have the procedure done and was dreading it every day last week, so I’m glad that it’s over with and it wasn’t as painful as I had imagined. Now all I have to worry about is getting the results back. The doctors who performed the procedure were very nice and made me feel comfortable, so I was thankful for that. Anyway, Carson is over here now and we are going to do homework and play Nintendo, so I’ll write later.
Commentary: My boyfriend during this time worked at the Olive Garden, so I always looked forward to nights when he was able to bring home free/discounted food. Usually it was just salad and breadsticks, but sometimes he’d bring home a dessert, so that was always a fun surprise considering I have a major sweet tooth 🙂 We also got a discount anytime we wanted to eat at either Olive Garden or Red Lobster, which was nice when you’re poor college students. I’m really in the mood to play Nintendo GameCube after reading this entry. The main game we played was called, “Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door,” and it was awesome. I considered editing out the part about going to the gynecologist, but I want this blog to be as real and unedited as possible, so I decided to leave it in.
11/02/04: I haven’t written in awhile and decided I should start again. During high school, I was pretty good about writing in my journal and it actually helped me a lot. I haven’t written as much now that I’m in college because I’m so busy and don’t have hardly any free time. Things in my life have been confusing lately, so I thought keeping a journal would help me sort out my emotions. Anyway, I’m currently a sophomore at Illinois State University and am 19 years old. My boyfriend’s name is Carson and we have been dating for a little over a year. Even though we have our share of problems, he means the world to me and I love him more than anything. Today I woke up and was in a good mood because I didn’t have to go to my criminal justice class at 9:35. It was just a time for students to ask the teacher questions about what material will be on the exam on Thursday. I figured there was no need for me to go as long as I studied hard. At 11:00, I went to my finite math lab. I always get really nervous because we have to complete a difficult worksheet and hand it in within the 50 minute period. Our teacher is a Chinese guy who doesn’t speak English very well, so if I have a question, I usually can’t understand his answer. There have been times, like last week for example, where I had no idea how to do any problems on the worksheet and tried to get help from the teacher, but didn’t understand his explanation. I left without handing in my worksheet like I was supposed to because I wasn’t done and had to go to another class. I started crying out of frustration and Carson was there for me to vent to. Before I went to my lab today, he called and told me that if I had issues getting the worksheet done, it wasn’t a big deal and he would help me work through it later tonight. Hearing that made me feel a lot better about going to the class today. I had some trouble with a few problems on the worksheet, but was able to get it finished and handed in. It’s just hard sometimes because other people in the class can finish the worksheet in no time like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and there I am sitting at my desk not knowing how to do any of it. Math has never been my strongest subject, but I got through it and Carson was waiting in his car to meet me. He was probably expecting me to be upset like last time, but luckily I was able to tell him that everything was fine.
We went over to his apartment for a few minutes so I could get something to eat, but then I had to leave because I had another class. He dropped me off at my psychology class, which turned out to be a very boring period of nothing but taking notes. Afterwards, I got some mac and cheese at the food court and came back to my dorm room and watched the movie Ghost because it was on TV. Then it was time to go to my history class, which Carson is also in. As I was leaving my dorm room, some girl who lives on my floor who is also in my history class told me she was just there and class was canceled. I was very happy to hear that because it’s such a cold, nasty, rainy day, and I just wanted to stay in bed and continue watching Ghost. I went downstairs to meet up with Carson to tell him the news, and we decided to go to the polls to vote. On the way there, this girl walked by us and said directly to Carson that class was canceled. I had never seen her before, so I asked Carson if he knew her. It turns out she was the girl he danced with and was kind of talking to at the beginning of our relationship. I had always known about him dancing with another girl at a party when I went home some weekend, but I never wanted to actually see the girl. It just made it seem more real to put a face with the name. It hurts anytime I think about the incident because we were together at the time, but apparently he decided I was far enough away that he could go out and dance on people. I was kind of upset at first, but then figured that if it happened when he said it did –the first weekend we were together – that’s so long ago that it doesn’t even matter. Then Carson had to go to work and I decided to take a nap. I have a paper to write and a lot of finite math to do, so I’ll have to write more later.
Commentary: I had taken a few months off from writing in my journal back then, and in real life, have taken a bit of a break from blogging! The past couple months have been crazy. This year hasn’t been the best for me health-wise, with the two surgeries I had at the beginning of the year and then recently finding out that I had skin cancer. Thank goodness it was squamous cell carcinoma and not melanoma (which is more serious), but it definitely has been a scary experience. One doctor told me they think all the cancerous cells have been removed, but my other doctor said they aren’t sure and will probably take more skin out just to be safe. I should know what the verdict is when I go back to the doctor on Tuesday. I’m trying to be positive about the whole situation and keep reminding myself that out of all the types of cancer, skin cancer is definitely one of the more treatable ones, so I’m thankful for that. Some good news to share is that my book, “Artifacts of a 90s Kid,” will be coming out in less than two months on November 7th! I’m very excited to share it with all of you. Feel free to like/follow “Artifacts of a 90s Kid” on Facebook for more updates or pre-order it from Barnes and Noble! 🙂
06/29/04: I think the last time I kept a journal was my senior year of high school. When I went off to college at ISU, I didn’t have much time to write, but now it’s summer and there isn’t much for me to do. I have decided to keep another journal mainly because it helps me deal with things and I can say anything. So anyway, I’ll try to give you an update of what happened during my first year of college. It started out with Cara and I rooming together in the dorms (bad idea). We actually had lots of fun in the beginning. We went out partying and were meeting lots of new people, but things started getting worse as time went on. I don’t want to go into every detail of why things didn’t work out, but basically, she became a different person who I didn’t know anymore. Since we have been friends for such a long time and came to ISU together, it was kind of expected that we would hang out every night. Well then I met Carson and everything changed. When he and I met, I was immediately interested in dating him, and that’s what eventually happened. We have been together for over nine months and he has made my life so much better. I started spending all my time with him, which led to lots of arguments with Cara. When things got physical, I decided I needed to move into a different dorm room, even though that meant rooming with a complete stranger. Cara expected me to go everywhere with her, and I was constantly put in a position where I had to choose between her and Carson. She would even steal things from me, it was so ridiculous. I felt like she was jealous of what I had with Carson. There were times when he would send me messages online and she would delete them. This other time I came back to the room and she had ripped up all the pictures I had on my wall and even tore the sheets off my bed…she was just acting crazy. So when I moved out, they stuck me with a girl who I had absolutely nothing in common with. I decided to get a single room for next semester so I can actually concentrate on school and not have any roommate drama. A lot of things happened that made my first year of college hard to get through, but luckily Carson was always there for me when I needed someone. Of course our relationship isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty darn close and is the best relationship I’ve ever been in. I think one reason why our relationship had a few bumps in the beginning was because it was hard for me to trust someone again after what I went through with Jordan. I think I needed more time to get over what happened, but then Carson came along unexpectedly. You can’t really plan these things out. Anyway, I have stuff to do so I’ll write again later.
Commentary: Things were really bad between my roommate and I, which was sad considering we had been best friends since kindergarten. The last straw for me happened when I went to take a shower. It seemed like she’d do just about anything to hurt me, embarrass me, etc., so I thought she might try to leave and lock me out of our dorm room while I was showering. That way I’d have to stand in the hallway wearing only a towel until whenever she decided to come back. I took my keys with me to the shower and when I came back, just like I thought, the door was locked. When she returned about a half hour later to see that I had outsmarted her and was able to get in the room, she really lost it. I decided right then and there that I absolutely had to move out, so they placed me in a room on a different floor. Somehow my ex-roommate found out where I had moved to and would write “bitch” and other harassing messages on a marker board that was on the door. All because I had a new relationship and didn’t have as much time to hang out with her. Who does that?
11/29/03: I’ve been at ISU for almost a whole semester now and its been going okay. Right now my parents and I are in the car driving back home. We went to visit my brother for Thanksgiving – he lives in Nashville. I suppose I should tell you about Carson. This guy is seriously the love of my life. We met during the first weekend that I was at ISU, back in mid-August. We have actually been dating for the past two months and six days…yes, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no way I can be in love with him after such a short time. I didn’t want to believe it either, but it just happened. The only other person I’ve had similar feelings for was Jordan. Speaking of Jordan, we didn’t talk or see each other for about 7 or 8 months, then I randomly stopped by his house a few days ago. It was kind of a goodbye because he’s just about to leave for the Marines. Jordan was such a huge part of my life for a long time and it hurts that we weren’t able to at least stay friends. Oh well. After seeing him, I realized we are two completely different people now and Carson is truly the guy for me. I think one reason I love him so much is because he is one of the few people that can even begin to understand me. I have never been in the situation before where I have to deal with a long distance relationship some of the time. I’ve been home for a week because of Thanksgiving, and Carson came from Chicago (Buffalo Grove) to my house on Sunday around 4:00 PM and left Tuesday around 6:00 PM. I think this trip and being around him nonstop for the past couple days has really helped us get to know each other better. We got closer and our relationship feels stronger. Let’s take my friend Cara and her boyfriend, for example. They have been going out on and off for about a year now and she tells me she loves him. Honestly, she never sees him. He lives back at home and we are at ISU, plus he has a job where he works like 20 hours a day. He even moved to Texas for a few months at one point. They don’t even talk on the phone all that much, but it’s okay for them to love each other because it’s almost been a year. So then think about me living five minutes away from Carson at ISU. We see each other pretty much every day and I stay the night there a lot of the time. We have spent more time together already than Cara and her boyfriend have, so my point is, how long you’ve been with someone isn’t everything. When I’m away from Carson, it’s incredible how much I miss him. I want to tell my parents, or whoever happens to be around me, all about Chris and how much I love him, but I can’t because no one understands. They say it’s too soon for the word love. All because of the time thing. That just makes me want to be with him even more because he’s the only one who understands how I feel. It’s not easy to be in a relationship where you don’t feel exactly the same way the other person does. Sometimes one likes the other person more and that can be why it doesn’t work out. But with Carson, I know we feel exactly the same way about each other. I can remember the night he left my house just a few days ago after staying over two nights. Right when he pulled out of my driveway, I started feeling so lonely and empty inside. I hate that. He’s said this before about me and I’ll say it now, but I really feel like more when I’m with him. If he isn’t my soulmate, I don’t know who the hell could be. And yes, I realize I said the whole soulmate thing about Jordan too, but it’s definitely different this time. Even from the first few weeks we were together, I knew Carson was someone I could trust and would watch out for me at parties or whatever the situation was. There aren’t many guys like that in college. I could go on and on about how great of a guy he is. He goes to church every Sunday, even if he has to walk two miles in the snow. I don’t know many college students who would do that. I can’t even tell you how depressed I was at the beginning of the school year. I didn’t know anyone and Cara and I weren’t getting along. I felt like I had no one. All the friends I had in high school went to different colleges and were long gone. I didn’t like being an hour away from home and my cat. So one night, I prayed to God and told him how much I needed someone to be there for me or else I wasn’t going to make it. Later during the week is when Carson and I hung out for the first time alone and really hit it off. On Thanksgiving this year, I was especially thankful for Carson. School is really stressful, but at least I have him to help me through it. After he stayed at my house, we both agreed that is exactly how we want to spend the rest of our lives. Just being together whenever possible. I would go into the guest room to wake him up in the morning and snuggle with him, then we would drive around and stop anywhere if we needed something. Then we would go back to my parents’ house, cook dinner, and watch movies until we couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore. Then I would tuck him in bed, say I love you and goodnight. Well here we are at the last page of another diary. It’s hard to write in a car, so that’s all I’m going to say. I just can’t wait to get back to ISU tomorrow so I can see Carson!
Commentary: I think I talk more about this in the next diary entry, but my best friend and I attempted to be roommates once we arrived at ISU. Long story short, it didn’t work out. That first semester of college was one of the most difficult periods of my life. I was drinking and partying a little too much, my grades were suffering, my best friend and I weren’t getting along, and overall, I was making some pretty bad choices. I was confused about what I wanted to do with my life and wasn’t even sure if college was the right place for me. Fortunately, I met Carson the first weekend of college and can honestly say that without him, I would have never graduated. I don’t even think I would’ve made it to my sophomore year. I will always be grateful for our relationship and him pulling me out of a really dark place.