July turns into August

So as I was turning my calendar from July to August, I realized how short of a time I have left with Ben. He leaves in 10 days.
I'm going to be "Ben-less" in 10 days. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

I went out and bought some nice pens and a notebook that I'll use to write him letters while he's in basic training. It's going to be so hard not to talk to him on the phone. It's going to be hard not to see him. It's going to be hard knowing that I can't call him for help, to vent, when something good happens, or just to tell him I love him.

This is going to be good for the both of us. We're building towards our future and we'll appreciate one another more. Maybe this will help me stand on my own two feet more. I know I'm dependent on people too often. This will make me stand up and do things for me, not just for him all the time.

I only have 2 weeks left at Movie Gallery before school starts. I'm going back to work at the daycare. It's going to be great. I'm going to ask for more pay because I do a lot more than some of the girls that worked there last year! I'm so thankful that my boss held a position for me, and I'm thankful that my schedule permits me to work so much, that way, I don't have to get a job that requires me to work nights and weekends. I want my nights free to relax/hang out with friends/do homework. I want my weekends free to go home. AND THINK ABOUT IT! I'm no longer a CA! I don't have to request off to go home. I can go home every weekend if I want to...I don't have to do any night rounds (walking between 2 buildings at midnight and 2am is ridiculous and dangerous)....I don't have to go to any staff meetings. My time is MY time. I'm pretty happy about that. I'm thankful that I did it, because it saved me about $6,000 for the entire year, but damn, I wouldn't do that again if someone was BEGGING me to!

Ben and I went to Warrensburg on Tuesday with the normal group (minus Chelsea, plus Landon and Nikole). There was a guitar hero tournament and Eli won. It was a good night at the bar, followed by a semi-ok time at Chuck's new place (which is AMAZING). There were too many annoying asshole drunk people there. Guy was incredibly drunk and was hitting on anything that didn't have something dangling between the legs. "Yellow-shirt-girl" was shit faced and trying WAY too hard to get the attention of drunk guys. She then proceeded to wander off with Jeff and then came back and practically had to be carried in and put on the couch. We've all had moments where we had too much to drink, but damn, girls at parties get on my nerves SO bad. Maybe it's because I remember the stories back from the "emo-dance-parties" and wanting to vomit listening to how stupid the girls would act (and the guys too). But honestly, those girls were only there because a band was and they wanted to get a piece from some dude in a band. That's just how it is. Nothing is going to change my opinion because I know so much about what went on there.

On Wednesday, we went to the police station to get Ben's stuff back. I calmed myself down before I went in...I was so ready to have to fight for what was his. The officer and detective were friendly though, and we managed to get back a fraction of what was taken. It's ridiculous how long this has taken and the incompetent people that we've dealt with, but it's over. Of course, I'm still going to write a letter to the University Police expressing my distaste with the whole procedure.
How hard is it to convict someone of burglary when stolen items/pot is found in his room? What the fuck?! Seriously. They could have worked harder, but it's fucking Warrensburg. Of course they're going to drag it out. What the hell else are they going to do?
I'm honestly just sick of the black people who commit crimes against white people in Warrensburg and aren't punished. I had a black suitemate who tried to get me kicked out of the dorm my entire first year at CMSU. She called me disgusting and dirty and said that I left hairs all over the bathroom. Ummm, excuse me...I'm a red head, and the only hair in the bathroom (all over the toilet seat, sink, bathtub, floor, AND heater) was crinkley black hair, and I'm know it wasn't from someone's head. I do not have any black hair on my body...she does. Let's put two and two together. Luckily, my CA and my RHD both knew me and believed me. 3 of my friends have been jumped by groups of black guys. 1 had a concussion, 1 has scars on his face, and 1 was knifed. Nothing was done. Ben gets robbed and his shit is found in this fucker's room, and it takes 8 fucking months to get it back. Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with our justice system here?

Tomorrow is payday. Yessssssss.