So on Friday, I called Emily early and left a message on her machine, telling her not to pick me up (of course she came anyway), but later when I came upstairs, Mom was gone! Okay . . . I called her cell phone and Dad and eventually found out that Heidi had a fractured skull from hitting her head Thursday night, so they were both at the hospital. She should be fine, though. So how do I get to school? I already had turned down my ride? I tried calling Jon R, but he never answered, and I didn't want to walk to the bus stop when it was snowing and relatively far (My mom and dad would laugh, but hey - I have to walk all around campus, and stand at work, isn't that enough?) Finally I called Dad to complain about it, and he said to call Grandpa, so Grandpa gave me a ride. I told him he had saved me, and he said, "That's what grandpas are for." I was waiting for the bus to go from the library to Golden Swirl later, and April Barton pulled up and gave me a ride. I told her I had to go clear to the mall, and she said, "I have to keep my car running so it doesn't shut down anyway(or something to that effect)". So I was supposed to go with my sorority to ice-skating and dinner, but then Stacy called and said that she hadn't been able to find me a DATE. Whoa. So I called Matt and told him we could go, but he was already signed up for the climbing comp. I told him he could do that, but I was kind of disappointed that he didn't decide to make me be okay with us going to the sorority thing instead. So, Mom gave me a ride home and then I took her back to the hospital, where I went in and saw Heidi. Dad was just trying to help her make a decision for dinner. Mom said she was looking a lot better - poor kid. We found out from Sara Adamson that Heidi had been up on the pull-up bar and fell down and hit her head on the floor (Heidi couldn't remember what happened). Well, I was driving back home to sit around or something, and saw that Katie's car was home, so I stopped by. We talked for a long time, and it seems like there are no hard feelings. She really is great and I've missed her a lot. We were both there for each other when it seemed that both of us were lonely and needed a friend. Matt called me on Mom's cell phone to say he was at my house, but I was kind of hurt still, so I stayed at Katie's for a while longer and then I drove to Arctic Circle and got a hamburger. Mmmm. I love their hamburgers. Then I got home and he was sitting on the couch and he, as usual, knew that I was upset. What made me more upset, though, was that I gave up the date for which I paid, and he didn't even finish the competition - he came to my house instead! We found out later that even with his four climbs, he took fifth place or something like that, so if he had climbed his last one . . .
Anyway, on Saturday, the going-to-the-cabin-and-choosing-things-thing didn't work out, so I worked extra hours during the week for nothing. I cashed my checks and got ticked that the lady took so long (I was there for about 30 minutes), so I drove off like a maniac, only to realize I had left my drivers license and had to go back several hours later. I went to Target to exchange my exercise pants but found none to replace them, but bought some other stuff. Then I went to work, and when we closed, I found out that all of my math had not helped - I worked an extra hour, and they hate it when I go over 20. Shoot. After work, Matt and I went to IchiBan with his parents and had great sushi, and then we went to my house and watched several episodes of Smallville - I finally got it on DVD from the library, but I only get it a week, and there are 21 episodes! Yikes.
Sunday, I went to church, had great lessons on service and pride, I got to sit with Dad, and later I had my recommend interview and then we had dinner and went to Grandma's so everyone could choose their things. I got the antique curling irons and crimpers, and the desk, and a mirror, and two tables. We didn't get the fun machine, but Mom got the butter churn. I'm so sad that we don't get the cabin anymore. I wish I was rich enough to just buy it and live there so that it wouldn't go out of the family - it's been our only vacation place (too expensive to go elsewhere), our party place, our resting place, everything. Someday . . .