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That's so weird to say. Boyfriend? I can't even call him a boyfriend. "Boyfriend" doesn't speak enough; it doesn't do justice. So many girls get to call guys their boyfriends, but it's not James. My prior relationships have been with "boyfriend"s. It doesn't feel right to give him the same title I've given others. He deserves more. So James is James - not a boyfriend. Yet, otherwise known as Jimmie or Poopyhead. ^.^

This is James' visit.

I'm currently on the phone with James and his signal is bad.

Nevermind. I let him go. A friend he hasn't talked to in four or five months just called in. I'm hoping that goes well.

James just left a few minutes ago. I'm sad, but I refrained from crying, which was really hard after seeing James being upset. About an hour before it was time for him to drive home, I just kept thinking about the time wasted. I feel like he really wasn't here long enough. To make it even worse, I worked both yesterday and the day before.

I guess I'll start from the beginning.

I worked from 3 until 9:30 Friday night. I was running behind because there were things I wanted to do before James got here, like wash clothes, clean one of my rooms, and plan out the dinner I was going to make personally. I had bought candles and everything for it. That didn't happen! I didn't even have time to plan it. When I got off of work, I walked to Mom's car. I walked up to her window and asked her why she wasn't getting out and going to the passenger's side because she usually makes me drive on the days she picks me up from work. As I was questioning her, someone I thought was just an asshole was blowing his horn. I ignored it and kept talking. Then Mom asked, "Why don't you see who's blowing the horn?" So I looked and after a few seconds, I realized it was James.

The first time James has ever completely surprised me!

I'd asked him before to come up on Friday night instead of Saturday morning, and he completely fooled me. James got out of the car and I gave him a big hug. He looked really cute. I left Mom and yelled bye to her before hopping in the car with James. He gave me my ring back to me in a brand new case and box and asked me to be his girlfriend. ^.^

So I have my boyfriend back - officially.

I asked him where we were staying. I thought maybe it was going to be like old times and we'd be sleeping in his car in the twenty-four hour Wal-Mart parking lot. He informed me that he had pawned some of his things and in turn got money to stay an extra night in the hotel. (I recently read the receipt right before James left and learned that he pawned over twenty DVDs and six video games.)

After going to my house and gathering some things, we headed to McDonalds, ate in, then checked into our regular hotel. To be honest, I don't remember too much from that night. I just know that we had unrushed sex. Also that I was really happy that he had came that night instead of in the morning; we would've only been able to spend about thirty minutes together after checking in before I'd have to leave for work.

Saturday, worked sucked but didn't seem too long. I still hated that I had to work while James sat at the hotel and watched TV. When I got off, we ate at Wendy's then returned to my store. See, last week, all employees received fifty percent off of everything bought in the store. I thought it'd be a great time to buy paint, paint brushes, and canvases because I'd wanted to start painting again. So the original total was $60.00, and BAM, got it for $30.01. I had fun in the store with James, but my legs were hurting from working.

Around 9pm, after we had gone to Wal-Mart for grocery shopping, Anna called and said she wasn't going to the Halloween party. I'd forgotten all about it, so it was no worries. She told me that Thomas was in town from school in Fairfax and that they'd visit and we could all go out to eat. We ate at Ruby Tuesday's and fortunately, Josh M. didn't work that night. I HAD FUN. James got to meet Thomas too, which was nice. I was laughing the whole time. I wish all of us lived close together so we could hang out all the time. All of us got this strawberry lemonade drink and it was great. We called it crack juice. hahaha! When Anna got her apetitizer - a sampler - I picked off of her plate.

Anna: Try the chicken.
Me: It looks hot. It even has red stuff dripping off of it.
Anna: *takes a piece of chicken and dips it in blue cheese, then offers it to me*
Me: Ew! No, you put that sauce on it.
Anna: What?! It's blue cheese!
Me: But it's white and gooey and funny-looking.
Anna: *gives me her famous over-the-glasses look* Tammi, now you tell me you've never had any gooey, white stuff in your mouth.
Me: *looks and smiles at James* Not often, huh?
James: *chuckles* It's not enough, I'll tell you that.

ROFL. You'd have to be there. It was hilarious. We all cracked up.

Thomas and Anna are just crazy together. I love it. It was even better with James. Thomas was talking about how bad he had to pee from drinking so much "crack juice" and James told this story. His story was that he was leaving to come see me in Virginia and rushing because he was behind in time. He said that he had a pack of Mountain Dew with him and peed in one of the bottles while he was driving so he didn't have to pull over. lmao. He NEVER told me about this! It was great. Thomas and Anna had fun with that story.

I announced that James is my boyfriend again for good. Anna kept giggling to herself. James asked if it was because of all the times I told her I hated him (which I never did). She told him no and started mocking me and James on the phone; saying, "*smooch, smooch* I love youuu!" She got that from one of the last times I stayed at her house and I was on the phone with James a lot. It was pretty funny, but I was embarrassed. Anna knew me before I even had my first crush and when I'd tease her for liking boys. I feel like I'm still supposed to be that thick-skinned, unemotional girl that joked all the time and thought boys were icky. I'll get over it, though. haha.

I'm so glad she came, though. I really appreciate the people who care about me. Before I came back, I was thinking that I wouldn't have anyone here. I sat back and thought about all the times Anna came and picked me up, took me back to Richmond, and paid for my dinner. Someone who didn't truly care about me wouldn't do something like that. It makes me happy especially because I've had to cut false friends from my life recently in the last week and also over the last year or so. It's nice to know I have loyal friends. This includes James.

Oh man, I woke up feeling bad yesterday morning. I watched Girl, Interrupted for the first time and it's now one of my favorite movies, and also had some Hardees. That didn't help how I was feeling. I described it to James as it being as if I'm constipated and on my period. I'm sure no one wants to know every single detail such as what I'm about to say, but it's to make a point. We had sex again. I had kept telling James weeks ago that I'd probably have my period the weekend he got here. Guess what I found an hour after we had sex? haha. Yes, yes. I found it pretty ironic. As James would say, "My cooter was broken." Okay, I thought it was funny.

I wanted to get out of work, so I tried calling in but no one could replace me since I'm one of the few supervisors. So I just went in an hour later with permission. OH MY GOD, IT SUCKED! It was busy, I kept feeling like I was going to literally pass out, I was leaking, I was moody, and I had some asshole make an inappropriate comment on how to get rid of the two hickeys on my chest and neck. Bastard. I handled it, though. Then to top it off, James had to wait forty-five minutes outside for me to get off. I didn't get out until eight o'clock!

We went out to eat at Applebee's, where I spent my last earned penny. The food was good, though except for the surprise James found in his, but he still got something to replace it. After that, we went home and slept. Sleeping was hard. I kept having to get up and change my tampon because I was bleeding so much. I kept sweating or getting cold. I was cramping really bad too and kept having to get James to rub my stomach. He didn't sleep well either.

Here's the best part: After checking out this morning, I had a falling out with Mom because she was being a bitch about me and James sitting in the basement and eating. What was the big deal? I don't know. Grandma didn't even have an issue with it. But she broke a table and everything, then was upset when Grandma actually went against what she wanted. It's so ridiculous. Mom needs help, seriously. It's like she doesn't understand that she's not a child anymore.

BUT. It's fine. I'll be out of here in two years. *crosses fingers* I will get into that later, though. While James was here, we picked up a course schedule for next semester and not everything that I wanted is offered next semester, probably because it's Spring and not Fall. Fuckers. Gah! I'll figure it out. I swear I won't be there any longer than four semesters, though.

Before going to RBC, James and I walked around the mall and just got ice-cream and a smoothie. After going to RBC this evening, we ate at Sal's Pizza. (I'd gone to my aunt to borrow money, this afternoon.) It was nice eating there. I had wanted to take him there before. James was quiet because he was sad about leaving. I was sad, too but I tried really hard to not think about it. This was just a couple of hours ago. James left at about seven o'clock. We sat in his car for a while before we pried ourselves away from each other. Gah. It's really going to suck. I know I can't see him for the holidays because of my job. We're planning on me going down there to visit in the first week in December for about a half-week.

So here I am. James keeps calling me every time he reaches a big city so he can call me with a good signal. I'm bored. I'm broke. I won't have money again until Friday of next week. I miss James. Mom is irritating me with her loudness. I want to sleep. I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

I work from 8:30 to 5 tomorrow and every time I think about it, I want to cry. I hate opening, I've realized and I've forgotten how to do a few opening proceedures because it has been a while. I'm sure they don't expect me to remember how to do everything off-hand quite yet, though. I don't know who I work with tomorrow and to be honest, I would like for the closing FES to come in early so I can leave before 5, because my cramps are killing me. Someone was let go the other day for calling out last minute and I've already tried doing that once. I really want to keep this job, or at least leave with good-standing so I can get an even better job with a different company. I'm considering leaving Michaels after the season. I'm unsure, though. It really depends on how many hours they give me during Spring semester at RBC. If it's less than twenty, I'm quitting.

So since I have nothing to do! I'm going to plan out which classes I'm going to take so I can register on Wednesday. No one better have my classes! Grr! I want my classes in a way that I can work around.

Good night. Hello to the real world tomorrow.