It was so great to get away this weekend. I had to leave school for a job interview, and in the process got a lot done. My schoolwork still looms but that's NO where as near as bad as it was a while ago.

So I had an interview at this Playhouse pretty close to home and I think I have a job there, I'll know for sure on Tuesday. (I don't want to sound overly optimistic but the way she was talking to me made it seem that she was just trying to place me already, like I had what she was looking for and just needed to figure out what I was better suited towards.) So that was good.

Then came the secondary, yet more important reason I went home this weekend, I finally told my mom I'm gay. (You have no idea how GREAT it feels to be able to type that and not worry about my mom reading it and finding out this way). She took it EXTREMELY well, better than I could have ever dreamed actually. It was really awkward up until that point though, myself running through what could possibly happen and what wouldn't and telling myself that whatever happened it would be ok... and it was. I came back from my interview and sat outside with her for a bit, we talked about my sister and some other things, but I was really nervous and distant the entire time. I didn't know how to bring it up, I didn't know how to start a conversation that could potentially close so many recently opened doors with my mother. So when she asked me if I was ok I simply shook my head, staring at my hands. She asked me what was wrong and I sighed.

"I don't know how to say this," I said, running my hand over my face and staring at the sky. I could hear her voice flatline as she replied, not really a good sign.

"Just say it." she said, and I sighed. It took another minute or so before I could do it. I looked over at her, bit my lip and said it.

"I'm gay." No "think" no "might be" just "I'm gay." And she said.

"That's ok sweetie."


And then I started crying.


It took a while for me to calm down, and we talked about some other stuff later. I told her about my boyfriends, and she told me she'd been married before my dad! (which was a shock. Sis if you read this ask her about it but I hope she tells you before you read this.) After about... I'd say twenty minutes I decided that I had to go my friends how it all went down (and honestly even though it seemed my mom didn't need it, I needed a little space to digest how she'd taken it). So we part ways for a bit and I head on down to Cowabunga Icecream (if you are in my area, I don't think many of you are, you should go check it out! It is an AMAZING place full of beauty and wonder, and icecream! What more could you ask for?).

Now I got there figuring I would share an icecream with my friend, lets call her C for conveniences sake. So I thought I'd just share an icecream with C, tell her what happened, chill for a bit and head home after I'd calmed down some and figured I could handle seeing my mom again. Well best laid plans of mice and men as they say couldn't help me there. I ended up staying until closing and after, scooping icecream, taking orders, and making sundaes because they got SWAMPED with customers. Which is great for them! AND I made 27 dollars including tips at the end of it. Sweet no? I'll go back and help when I can, since it seems me and C have a good system going... so far. xD

And now I'm back in my dorm. Its a little bit more barren (we moved some stuff back home to make my final move out faster), but still nice. And I feel so... empowered and brave and excited and... I just feel like I could do almost anything right now... except work on homework. Hahaha! I should pack a bit... or do this paper... or something...

OH YEAH! I forgot to mention that our truck broke down on the way home friday afternoon! We had to get her towed. So for the weekend we were a one car household. Weird no?

And that's it for now!