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So today was one of those non-days that I’m going to delete from memory the moments it starts taking up space. It started out with me waking up and having no idea where I was (Chatham actually), which always freaks the hell out of me. Further escalation when I went to put in my contacts and realized that my hair, so pretty much me, smelled like “bar”, a gross combination of cigarette smoke, beer, and people. And I was going to remain that way till much later in the day. Oh, and was reminded of the really stupid conversation I had with Jordan when I ran into him Saturday night, go me for making an ass of myself. Only I run into people I know when I’m as drunk as possible and then say everything that comes to mind. I had a brief chat with Dallas, which was saddening. First time in my whole life that I haven’t had a basket clue, and gone searching with my sister. Easter has always been fun, Brescia is boring. And they have kittens, which they naturally talk all about. And home seems like its going to be a little less fun now, and that just fucking sucks. Did really do much all day, as everything was closed. Was reassured that some people just get themselves into shit. Or, they blind themselves that ever one of their friends wants to fucking date them. Gee, that must really suck. (Sarcasm, although I’m fully aware that that situation has cons, don’t even start.) And dinner there was much good discussion about the move into our house for next year. Then the resounding fact that we had to leave right after to get to London at a decent hour. Full out deflation of all happiness. As per usual me, I stated to get my hangover-headache at about 9pm, because I’m weird. This, in combination with my abominable mood, caused what always seems to happen. I started a fight with someone just because it’s an aggression outlet. Jumped on Jordan when he IM-ed me about Chatham. Will have to fix that before I leave. I always do that though, when I really feel like shit. I just have to push stuff and cause a fight, make huge issues of secondary things. And now I have ill feeling towards people that are rather random, and at least partially not their fault. So there you go, right now I hate you all. Feel special. |
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morose.