Quotes added on Sunday, March 20 2011

Anuptaphobia:
Fear of staying single.

Having a mini heartattack when you cant find your phone..

Listening to someone telling a story and thinking ;; LIE, LIE, LIE, && LIE.

Atelophobia:
Fear of imperfection.

You have a pretty smile,
you should wear it more often:).

The Right Way #43

     "What?" I asked, bewildered.
     "Do you want to go to Mexico with me for winter break?" he repeated.
     I snapped out of it. "Yes, yes, yes!" I jumped up and hugged him. "I can't believe you want me to go!"
     "Why wouldn't I?" Now he was bewildered. I just shrugged, not sure how to answer.
     "Shouldn't you ask your parents?" He snapped me out of my reverie.
     "They wouldn't care," I said indifferently.
     "Skye, come on. They are your parents. They need to know." He turned towards me and put his hands on my shoulders. "The sooner you call them, the better."
     I knew he was right. "Fine, fine. I'll call them now." I whipped my cell phone out and dialed my mom's cell.  She answered on the 4th ring. "Hey, mom?"
     "Yes? What is it, Skye?" She sounded annoyed.
     "What are we doing for winter break?"
     "Just staying home, why?" Now she was curious.
     "Can I go to Mexico with Ryan and his family? His sister is having her wedding there, and he wanted me to go." Silence. "Mom?"
     "No, honey. You can't go."
     "What, why?! Mom, this isn't fair!"
     "Skye, I am not letting you fly out of the country, to MEXICO, of all places, without my supervision. Do you know the situations going on down there?"
     "Mom, I am going to be traveling with the wedding party, of like 50 people. And we are staying at a resort, so we wouldn't have any need to leave. Please, mom, please. I have never been out of the country, and I have never asked you for anything. Please, let me go." My throat was starting to hurt, which happened before I started to cry. I tried holding it in, though, because crying wouldn't help anyone.
     "Let me talk it over with your father," she replied.
     "He is NOT my dad. He is your husband, nothing to me. Nothing." I hung up on her, tears brimming at my eyes. I turned to Ryan. "She isn't going to let me go with you."
     He wrapped his arms around me. "Just give her some time. She'll warm up to the idea." I just shook my head, and he tightened his arms around me. We stayed like that for a while, but then we left his dorm. We started to walk around the campus, when my phone began to ring. My mom.
     "Hello?" I asked bitterly.
     "You can go to Mexico," she began. I looked excitedly at Ryan. "But we are coming with."
     What?!