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Amelia (amazinglyodd05) wrote,
@ 2004-04-04 11:52:00
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    Current mood: sad
    Current music:Aerosmith

    Stars are the eyes of Angels watching over us
    Well for those of you wondering how last night went, here’s what happened: we went to Applebee’s to eat (bad item #1: the place I wanted to go was too busy). Dinner itself was pretty good, and our waiter turned out to be one of my old good friends that I hadn’t seen in almost forever. Well, halfway through the meal something is said (bad thing #2) that really could have been either said before last night or later on last night, not during dinner. Well, this causes me to get upset and feel about 2 inches tall, thus ruining the nice dinner I had longed for so badly. And you want to know the funny part? Apparently it was MY fault that this something was said, so it made me feel as though I ruined dinner. Well after that I figured my night was shot anyway. We got in my car and left the restaurant, heading towards my house. He didn’t say a word to me the whole way home. That’s one of the hardest things to deal with when I’m upset. I was already crying, and him not saying anything was making it worse. That was bad thing #3. Here’s bad thing #4: what do you think we did after we got back to my house? If you guessed that we still did the other stuff I had planned, like look at the stars and all that other bologna, you are so wrong. Nope, we came in my house and watched cable all night. Hey wait, that’s what we do almost EVERY night, with the exception of the few nights we actually rent movies. So my perfect night was shot, and I’m really upset. He doesn’t understand. I guess its because he didn’t know how excited and happy I was about it all week long. I planned and planned and saved up all my money for this. I had everything worked out and it was going to be nice. Oh well. As of this moment I officially give up when it comes to doing nice things anymore. It hurts too much in the end. Ciao people.

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