Journal #32
Sunday, December 15th
I can’t believe I’ve written 31 journals already. With all the stresses and anxieties of life in college, it has been a good release to get all of my stress and anxieties out of my mind and onto paper. I hate to admit it, but mom was right. Writing everything down has really helped me to keep my bearings this year. I find I am much calmer and I am much, much more organized. I now take the time to think things through and I’ve resolved many problems just by writing things down clearly and then reflecting on them.
Starting college last year, Bobby being deployed, and hearing about my parents divorce…it was all too much and I needed to have an outlet. Sigh. I miss the days when I would smoke a bowl…or five, and do absolutely nothing all day, but in the big picture, weed was just making it all worse. I was getting further away from my goals, not closer to them.
Now I feel like I have much more balance in my life. I’m really starting to work through frustrating situations and I have more peace of mind. I hate to admit it, and I won’t admit it to her but it has really helped.
It has also improved my writing. I’m doing much better in my creative writing and journalism classes. Practice makes perfect and writing every day in a journal is just another way to express thoughts, feelings, and ideas.
And mom was right about keeping all of these thoughts off of my laptop. I was already nervous enough when Jeff went through my laptop. If he had found out everything I had written in my journals…I don’t even want to think about what would have happened. It was bad enough at the end and he just would have been worse. I’m SO glad everyone helped me get away from him. That night is still the scariest of my life.
Enough of that, Winter Break starts tomorrow! Amber and I are going to start driving home tomorrow morning. Mom wanted us to fly but there was no way we could scrape together enough money for the airline tickets. Hopefully we will just have enough gas money! I asked Asami to double check her calculations and she believes we should be able to make it with gas to spare. I should really get better at math. I’m ashamed I have to keep asking the Asian girls on my floor to double check all my calculations. It feels like I’m perpetuating a stereotype. Oh well, for now I’ll have to keep asking Asami. At least I can help her with studying for her art history class.
It feels like I will be perpetually broke. I know that won’t be the case but it definitely feels like it. All these student loans with all this crazy debt. I can’t wait to graduate to make some decent money.
At least it is only a 14 hour drive. Once we get on the freeway we can just drive straight through, taking turns when we get tired. I always have fun with Amber so I am really, really looking forward to this trip. We are planning on leaving at 7 am tomorrow. I should be able to see mom by tomorrow evening! Mom is going to let us stay in Bobby’s room, considering she turned mine into a workout room. Gee, thanks mom!
Packed:
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Clothes
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Whatever snacks we had left
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Present for mom.
Need to get:
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Batteries (AA)
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Bottled Water
Monday, December 16th 10:12 am
Well this trip did NOT start off as I had planned. Amber didn’t tell me anything about bringing her friend Tony. I can’t believe she invited him on our trip. I can’t believe she invited him to my moms house without even asking! I know it is her car and she can ask whoever she wants but Mom is going to flip her shit and I will have to be the one to try and explain it all.
I love her but she is so gullible. That stupid story he told us about having no one to go home to over the holidays was obviously bullshit. He clearly just wants to bang her and she is so desperate and stupid that she will let him. Whatever, they are both losers.
I work up early at 5:00 am, threw my hair in a ponytail and put on a hat, packed the rest of my stuff, and ran out the door. I didn’t even put on makeup because we were just going to be on the road all day. I go out and stand outside in the cold…for NOTHING. We were supposed to leave at 7:00 am, but instead we left almost at 10:00 am
When they did show up, Amber was looking pretty with her makeup perfect and her hair done and her boobs hanging out of her shirt. Then she begged me to sit in the back seat! The two of them are currently in the front seats, just babbling away and talking about all their vapid interests. If I hear him say, “I love that too!” one more time, I may kill him. It is so obvious that he just wants to get into her pants. Really, buddy? You really like the same brand of mascara that she is wearing? Whatever! You probably don’t even know what a girl uses mascara for you blithering nitwit.
Sigh. At least I will get to see my mom tonight. I will just stay focused on that. It will make the ride in this torture chamber a little more bearable.
2:45 pm
At least Tony is good for one thing…cash. We were all getting hungry and I started to get some snacks ready but he insisted on buying us lunch. We found some diner on the side of the road and he let Amber and I order whatever we wanted. After lunch, he insisted on us driving to the gas station and he paid to fill up the tank and drive for a few hours. He may be annoying but at least he is paying his fair share.
We actually had a decent conversation at lunch. I appreciate that he chipped in but it did put us behind another two hours.
It’s also nice that we don’t have to stress about making it to mom’s on gas fumes. I’m really confident we will get to mom’s now. I’ll have to apologize to Asami when we get back. I bugged her for weeks to make all those calculations and then we didn’t even need it.
It has been comical to watch Amber and Tony. I love Amber but she is just so dumb and dingy. I don’t think Tony really knew what he was getting into. I’ve watched her flirt with him over the past few weeks and he obviously loves the attention but I don’t think they’ve had a real conversation. It was always a wave, a brief “Hello”, or she would shake her ass to get his attention. I’m sure he agreed to come on this trip just to get his hands on her 36 DD’s, but he didn’t take into consideration that he would confined space with her stupidity for fourteen straight hours.
She is definitely a dingy brunette. I was proud of Tony for letting her win the argument that kilometers are longer than a miles because “her speedometer has higher numbers for kilometers than miles”. I did notice him cringe when she became incensed that the waitress would offer her bacon bits for her salad because she didn’t tolerate the slaughter of baby pigs and instead demanded the waitress bring her regular sized bacon and she would break that up herself. But I definitely saw his sex drive switch to OFF when she told him that Nelson Mandela was a great actor. He just stared at her like he was expecting her to let out a punch line, but then he realized she was being serious. He looked at me and I just smiled as wide as I could. He slumped down in his seat, realizing he had made a terrible mistake.
I hope her vagina is magical, Tony. It is the only thing that is going to make the torture tolerable.
While watching these two has been comical, I’m still really annoyed how far behind we are now. I had planned to eat lunch on the road but nooooo. These two just had to get out of the car for a while. It will be close to midnight by the time we get to moms.
Fuck, I can’t even concentrate anymore, she is blabbing about all the shades of lipstick she brought and how she intends to use them. She is sitting right in front of me and I really want to use my shoelaces to reach around and strangle her.
You can read the rest of the story at Euphoria & Lust – The Trip Home
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1u97lt/the_trip_home_mfpassionate_tamera_and_tony_are