Well you might think I'm trashy, a little too hardcore.
I don't really feel like writing, because I don't feel like anything today. But I am compelled to, anyway.
I ended up leaving work sick Friday morning and going upnorth that evening. For the most part, a good time was had. Stumbling down dirt roads and through woods intoxicated and oblivious to nearly everything is actually far more amusing than it sounds. Which is good, because that is pretty much all that we did. I abused multiple substances and was acting insane to the point of either amusing everyone that bothered talking to me, or irritating/scaring the only person that was nearly sober enough to be concerned with my behavior. A few of us sat on some thorny sort of bush and I cut my hand. Sarah got loud with another girl, much to the amusement of several of us. Oh, and we listened to a lot of country music.
Early tomorrow morning Mom, Sarah, Nikki, and I are leaving for New Jersey to go see Trashlight Vision play with Wednesday 13. Hopefully it will be as awesome as I imagined when I first heard about it. With the mix of people going, it's not quite a guarantee.
It is crazy how easy things are with Dave. I don't have to fight for him or his time, he has never kicked my emotional puppy, he is able to tolerate my moodiness without letting me walk all over him, and he loves me quite insanely. It's still strange to think that this ever happened. We are most likely moving to Wixom in July.
Um. Oh. And I don't have to change my work schedule, etc. as I thought I would to work at the barn. It just so happens that a girl that was feeding the horses in the evening isn't able to any longer, so I will be able to slip into the position she is leaving open.
I talked to Dail last week. He is alive, which is good to know. He was considering going upnorth with us, but I wasn't able to get a hold of him again after we talked online - of course.
Someone call me. Preferably to hang out and have advenutures.
Bah. That's all for now.