~w3httam

I am really getting into this deviantArt stuff. I have uploaded most of my artwork, although, it's not the originals. They are all still on my hard drive in the US. But I don't think I will bother replacing them, not for a really long time anyway. Or at least until someone asks me to. Not a whole lot of my work needs to be in high resolution to be able to appreciate it.
Anyway, speaking of the US! I have the greatest girlfriend ever. Tiffany has pulled together money from her and her friends, but most of it is from her, and bought me an airplane ticket to come back HOME. It is great. I will finally be able to hold her and be with her again in less than a week. But the thing is. I still haven't told my parents yet, and I was supposed to tell my dad yesterday, during our meeting with my counselor/psychiatrist, but well... Yeah. I totally chickened out, and couldn't force myself to tell my dad that I was effectively running away from home, and didn't care if he said that I could or not. So yeah... Ugh...
Now my dad is in the US for some big CO meetings. He gets back the day before I leave. So I think I need to tell him before that. But I just don't think that I can up and tell him that over the phone anymore than I could in person. So Ugh... again. I think there will have to be several conversations leading up to this, but I will start them off by saying that there is something important that I need to tell him, but I don't know how. Or something like that. In those conversations I will talk to him about why I think I should go back to the US, without actually saying that. So I hope that works.
But anyway, I am kind of mad at my counselor woman right now. I mean, I know that I was a little pussy by not being able to tell my dad that I have a flight to the US in about a week, but she did just totally bail on me during the session. The week before we had talked all about what had been going on with me and my dad, and this flight to the US. She seemed to agree with me that it was a good idea for me to leave my family and go back to the United States. But during our last talk, she apparently changed her mind somewhere and forgot to tell me. She began to talk with my dad about the possibility of me getting a job here, and working here during the summer. Oh well. I guess it just goes to show that if you want something done you have to do it yourself.


So Yeah... Ugh...