Thanks, biiv! That's the other thing...I need to get out, and told my bf so on Wednesday, and he said we'd go out on the weekend, and he couldn't really afford to take me out before then. I NEED to get out...what part of that is confusing??? And he had enough money to go to LA and feed himself when he attended the Drum Corps International (DCI) Championships for 6 days, plus a 10-day vacation a few weeks before that, and he's going away for Labor Day weekend, plus 10 days for Thanksgiving. I wanted to go to a horror convention while he was in LA, but his thing came first. I gave him notice I want to attend next year (as I had given him notice in previous years), and he said it depends on DCI. I want to go to Romantic Times convention next year, and again, it's all dependent when it is, as long as it doesn't interfere with his drum corps stuff. The regular season of drum corps is around Labor Day till the weekend or two weekends before Thanksgiving. I hardly get to go out during those times.

Why do I not matter??? Sorry, I need to rant. I'm stuck in this relationship, this house, this place, this situation, and I want to cry and scream and be hugged.