Walmart in the morning...

Mmkay so I'm back at my mom's house again. :(

If I just avoid coming home for as long as possible, it's alright. Tonight I went to bowling practice, then to dinner and finally to a Starbucks where I did all my homework. I just got home about an hour ago (around 10) and my mom had just gone to bed when I got here, so it worked out well. I really miss my best friend. I haven't seen her in almost a month because her parents have kept her grounded for so long. It's ridiculous. I just need to see her like at least once a week. I got to talk to her for like two hours tonight, but it just never seems to be enough compared to actually seeing her. I really hate it.

Last night was fun though, my stepmom (I'm going to refer to her as that even though she technically isn't. I just find it much easier.) and I went to dinner at this little Mexican place that has amazing food. Then we went grocerry shopping and had a shopping cart race with the little electric wheelchairs because there wasn't really anyone there. We got some weird stares though... Then we stayed up talking about just random crap until like 1 or so. I really like talking to her at night. It's just a good closing to the day, and it puts me at ease before I go to sleep. I actually function better if I only get like 4 -6 hours of sleep than if I sleep like eight, so it's convenient because it doesn't get in the way of my sleeping habits (she said that she was the same way). Anyway, I really miss being there. On to a weirdish story that I thought was really cool after I thought about what I was thinking at the time(is that clear? haha)...

On Wedenesdays, I have my free period first so I don't have to be at school until 10, but just randomly woke up early anyway (this is a good thing I guess... maybe I'm getting used to school time?) so I went to Walmart to get car paint to decorate my friend's car for her birthday. I was looking through my car for my wallet when I saw these two homeless people just sitting on a bench near the parking lot. At first I felt bad for them, but when I started thinking about it, I actually got a little jealous. I mean yes, it was slightly cold, but they were together there, keeping each other warm, and I just thought to myself, this is how it should be. They were just in their own little world there, sitting and laughing about something, enjoying the talking and the closeness in the chilly morning air. They looked so happy, much happier than the snobby rich people that fill the halls of my school.
And I was jealous.