I am in the middle of a rather tense family situation right now. My dad is really being an asshole and, to add a little more color to the situation, he's going to be on vacation all this week. This is also the first week of my mother's summer vacation because she finished with school on Friday and my 9 year old sister, Jenna, is visiting for two weeks. I think it's pretty safe to label Jenna as the 'weird kid' in the family. I can't tell you exactly what it is about her that makes her a little strange, she just is. If you talked to her for five minutes, you'd know exactly what I mean. Prepare yourselves for many "Damn my family" rants to appear in the near future.

I had a lovely little snooze-button dream about Bridget this morning. We were sitting in a church pew in the middle of an empty sanctuary just talking. I was wearing exactly what I was sleeping in (a burgundy camisole and black boy shorts). That was it. And I don't know what the hell we were talking about, but it must have been nice, because I woke up feeling incredibly pleasant. I have no intention of telling Bridget about my dream even though she always tells me about her dreams and I always think they're really cute.

Bridget has made me realize that I am not an open person. She always wants me to tell her what I'm thinking or feeling whenever we're trying to figure things out, I can't. I am not a 'sharer.' And I have told Bridget about this and, because she is wonderful, she acknowledges that the whole sharing thing is really hard for me and she is patient. I'll listen for hours while another person bares their soul to me, but I am not willing to do the same. So this is the new aspect of myself that I'm trying to improve.

I probably won't get very far.

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