Not More Drama.
My friend is back, and I got to see him, and it hurts so so bad. I miss everyone from A&M and if I could, I'd transfer there in a heartbeat, but I just don't have a good enough reason to. So it really hurts to listen to all their cool A&M inside stories and meet their cool A&M friends. I have never ever reacted well to change, and this whole separation from almost everyone I love and care about is devastating, even after a semester. It wouldn't have been so bad if everyone had gone their separate ways, but basically all of my best friends went to one place to carry on their friendship, and I'm the only one who isn't there.
I have actually wondered if they miss me as much as I miss them.
Parker is home, and by golly, if you sit next to and talk to and get along with the same guy five days a week, almost every week for two years, you become fond of them.
Parkers leaving was particularly painful, because not only did I realize too late that I would've really loved to have gone out with him, but also because he is by far one of the funniest, smartest and friendliest people I know. When I was with him the other day, it was like he'd never even left, and I was so happy to be swapping insults with him almost immediately after we reunited. "Cunt-rag" has never sounded so sweet :D
When we're together, we're loud, lewd and crazy and thats just the way I like it. If laughing hysterically at S.Darko while simultaneously making dick jokes and attempting to claw eachothers eyes out isn't love, I don't know what is. He's not afraid to tell me when I'm being stupid or unfunny and in return, I'm not afraid to tell him when he's being a total douchebag. Such is the nature of our friendship.
But alas, he has a new girlfriend, and the only comfort I have is that physically, she is as far away from him as I am. She goes to SFA and he to A&M. Besides that, I'm more distraught than I even realized. I'm here now dramatically crying to the Journey Greatest Hits CD, a band Parker and I both fangirl. Seriously, if Steve Perry rejoined the band and held a reunion concert, we'd be in the front with all the oldsters, throwing our panties on stage. We go mad for Styx, crazy for Bon Jovi, gaga for Supertramp, coocoo for Aerosmith. He's like my musical soulmate.
But, like Journey so wisely states, we are worlds apart. His goal in life is to be a motherfuckin' geneticist. Mine? Well I wanna write books and draw pretty pictures. That's not going to happen though, since to survive in this world, you actually have to get a real job. He's always been smarter than me, and he has goals. I'm just lost. Does he even think of me when I'm not there? I don't know. I like to think he likes me enough to miss me. We get along so well, and I don't want to be the only one who feels that way.
I'm just heartbroken, because for the second time, he's chosen someone over me. I really do think we're perfect for each other, and he gets to be with all my other friends living it up at a real university while I'm here in community college trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life. Great.
I have actually wondered if they miss me as much as I miss them.
Parker is home, and by golly, if you sit next to and talk to and get along with the same guy five days a week, almost every week for two years, you become fond of them.
Parkers leaving was particularly painful, because not only did I realize too late that I would've really loved to have gone out with him, but also because he is by far one of the funniest, smartest and friendliest people I know. When I was with him the other day, it was like he'd never even left, and I was so happy to be swapping insults with him almost immediately after we reunited. "Cunt-rag" has never sounded so sweet :D
When we're together, we're loud, lewd and crazy and thats just the way I like it. If laughing hysterically at S.Darko while simultaneously making dick jokes and attempting to claw eachothers eyes out isn't love, I don't know what is. He's not afraid to tell me when I'm being stupid or unfunny and in return, I'm not afraid to tell him when he's being a total douchebag. Such is the nature of our friendship.
But alas, he has a new girlfriend, and the only comfort I have is that physically, she is as far away from him as I am. She goes to SFA and he to A&M. Besides that, I'm more distraught than I even realized. I'm here now dramatically crying to the Journey Greatest Hits CD, a band Parker and I both fangirl. Seriously, if Steve Perry rejoined the band and held a reunion concert, we'd be in the front with all the oldsters, throwing our panties on stage. We go mad for Styx, crazy for Bon Jovi, gaga for Supertramp, coocoo for Aerosmith. He's like my musical soulmate.
But, like Journey so wisely states, we are worlds apart. His goal in life is to be a motherfuckin' geneticist. Mine? Well I wanna write books and draw pretty pictures. That's not going to happen though, since to survive in this world, you actually have to get a real job. He's always been smarter than me, and he has goals. I'm just lost. Does he even think of me when I'm not there? I don't know. I like to think he likes me enough to miss me. We get along so well, and I don't want to be the only one who feels that way.
I'm just heartbroken, because for the second time, he's chosen someone over me. I really do think we're perfect for each other, and he gets to be with all my other friends living it up at a real university while I'm here in community college trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life. Great.