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Okay, so, I mentioned how she and Andrew have thought about marriage. Well, apparently, Andrew was ready to propose to her at some point. No lie. But he's not ready *now* and she's thinking 'well maybe in a year or two' on the whole thing. And I'm like '...bullshit, what 19 year old BOY wants to get married?'

I realize it's a fantasy for 19 year old girls, but for BOYS? C'mon, you can not seriously expect me to believe that he wants to get married. Though he is screwed up in the head and, as Dad puts it, a bullshitter.

Juliet says that she's going to 'prove us all wrong and be happy' and you know what, fine. If she thinks she can do that? Then FINE. More power to her. I want her to be fucking happy. Of course, I'd rather she be healthy, safe, and getting on with her life... but I suppose if I just have to settle for her being happy, I'll settle. She's also 'in love' with him. No, she doesn't just THINK she's in love with him, she KNOWS okay, because despite the fact that he is her first real boyfriend and despite the fact that she doesn't know a WHOLE LOT ELSE (like, it's a good idea to use condoms, and what 3 times 12 is, no, seriously) she knows she loves him. Because love has nothing to do with age and experience!

Marian is horrified by the thought of Juliet getting married to Andrew. So is Mom. Mom has been drinking a lot of wine with dinner lately, and she's been depressed. Seriously depressed. And all I wanna do is hug her but she really doesn't want to be touched (and her negative aura latches onto my shoulders and goes GARRRRH!).

Juliet still isn't eating right. She considers a granola bar, a nutrigrain bar, an apple, and some fast food enough food. I'm sorry, but a granola bar? It's a snack. Maybe it's breakfast. A Nutrigrain bar? Is a snack. An Apple? Is at least fruit instead of more carbs. And then *fast food*? Fast food in no way constitutes a meal. And in no way is that enough food for *one* person, unless they're on some sort of bizarre diet. And of course she got on the wrong bus today and ended up in a part of town she did not recognize. Thankfully, it wasn't like the bus took her to the Ghetto (I have been on a bus that goes to the ghetto. In fact, I've done it more than once.) instead it took her to a place around 2 miles away from home. She did not have enough cash to take the blue line (there was even a train!) to Shaker Square (although, pretty sure she DID have enough money for that, but she didn't have enough to take the green line home, and Shaker Square would have been a 4 mile walk home for her.)

Then she showers, which means Mom and I sit down and eat dinner (which was left overs). I leave the taco chicken for her and have refried beans instead. She comes down and looks at the food in disdain, she goes and looks in the fridge and around the kitchen and is like 'there's nothing to eat!'

Finally she eats some of the chicken with cheese on top, and I get her to eat a quarter of a Papple (an apple pear which was quite tasty, if strangely orangey).

You Are Apple Iced Tea

You are warm hearted and generous. You believe it's important to make others feel comfortable.

You are a bit of a cozy homebody who feels out of place in the warm weather. You'll drink iced tea but you prefer the hot stuff.

You are more serious than most, and you shy away from superficial people. You prefer to look beyond the surface.

You like deep conversations, engrossing novels, and moving films. You find ideas and human interaction fascinating.

What Flavor Iced Tea Are You?

Blogthings: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything

....hmmm well that's not true. The bit about preferring the hot stuff, I like both. A lot. And I've never had Apple Iced Tea.