At the start of the break, I had two events quickly coming up, and there was much trial and tribulation concerning those two events, because they were both on the same day. One of them started earlier than the other, but after a couple of hours, the time at which one is going on and the other starts and happens intersect. So my choices were 1. Go to one event, but not the other or 2. Try to go to both. After much discussing with friends and thinking things over, I, at first, decided on option 1, but after being guilt tripped for a while by the host of the other event, I eventually just told her I would go to her event, but in reality I went with option 2. Getting the ride to and from these events involved some begging and stuff, and although I felt really guilty for making people drive me around so much, (because the two events were so far apart from each other) I managed to get to the first event.
The first event was Emily's (my ex) birthday party. It was her sweet sixteen and actually her first party ever in all her years of living, so I really wanted to go and make it fun for her. It was a lot more fun and definitely more low key than I thought it would be, and I'm glad I went. But alas, I had to leave about two hours after arriving because of the other event. While I worked out my ride situation, because that wasn't set in stone and was constantly changing, we played scrabble. When my sister arrived to pick me up and take me to the other event, I said my goodbyes and half an hour later, I was late to the other event, but I was there.
This event was a secret Santa party. This was also fun and I'm glad I went to this too. Not a whole lot happened, other than the gift getting/receiving, with which I got a gift card and a bag of chocolates (which were tasty as fuck). We hung out for a few hours, and then my dad picked me up and that was that for the night.
Over the rest of the winter break, I spent time trying to talk with Emily, but she kept getting annoyed with me trying to talk and be friendly, so I eventually gave up and thought about it like this: "Screw these feelings, screw her, screw it all." and thus, was officially ready to move on from her. But just before school started back up, I had this strange ass dream that gave me the name, age, and gender of a person. The name I almost immediately forgot, because I'm terrible with those, but I remembered the age and gender. It also gave me a sort of vague and general description of them. Turns out the dream was prophetic, because the person it was about is in my 1st period, I find out the next day. But yeah, that's my Winter Break Story. I'll continue filling everyone in on the next post, which will be leading up to present time stuff.
Peace y'all.
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