Dead Person...Anyone? Anyone?
Well, I think I saw my first dead person today. No one was around, and I called the cops. An unconscious man laying face-down in the snow on the sidewalk. Rattled, I called Josh first and told him, asking him "Do I call the cops?" "Call the cops." So I called the cops, gave the location, and left. It's freezing, there was nowhere to go, and I don't want to be connected to anything unnecessarily. Funny thing how death makes you consider and reconsider your own mortality. He was probably just drunk or something, but it was 8am when I found him, laying in front of the cross-fit gym gate, as though he'd been trying to get in. I guess the cops are going to call me back. It's a bit jarring to have seen that. Right after I took pictures of smiley faces on cars, too.
I don't feel the same way about Adrian anymore. He laughed when I told him I was beaten up by my roommate in college. He thought of it differently, like how he was beaten up by his friends and they made up. He has a very hard time putting himself in other people's shoes, like how he doesn't understand why I think Jorge's such a dick. He kept saying, "If he did that to me, I'd laugh," and I said, "But put yourself in my shoes," and he couldn't. I thought he was more mature, but he isn't. I'm so tired of the world.
I've been wanting to go to a psychic for awhile now, just to see what it's like to see what people consider a "good" psychic. Along this vein, I have a new idea for a story/book. I'll start writing it today, and then I'm hoping to start going to write three times a week after work. This Tuesday I have my first tutoring session with Giovanni (HEHEHEHEHE!!! I can't even think of the same without feeling schoolgirl giddy). I guess my life is going pretty well, regardless of the people who are driving me crazy; my life is great all on its own, taking all the crazies out of the equation.
Also, the Australian barista is hot. I enjoy his accent, stature, and friendliness.
I wish I could figure out my body. I'm tired of it, so I'm trying to ignore it.
I don't feel the same way about Adrian anymore. He laughed when I told him I was beaten up by my roommate in college. He thought of it differently, like how he was beaten up by his friends and they made up. He has a very hard time putting himself in other people's shoes, like how he doesn't understand why I think Jorge's such a dick. He kept saying, "If he did that to me, I'd laugh," and I said, "But put yourself in my shoes," and he couldn't. I thought he was more mature, but he isn't. I'm so tired of the world.
I've been wanting to go to a psychic for awhile now, just to see what it's like to see what people consider a "good" psychic. Along this vein, I have a new idea for a story/book. I'll start writing it today, and then I'm hoping to start going to write three times a week after work. This Tuesday I have my first tutoring session with Giovanni (HEHEHEHEHE!!! I can't even think of the same without feeling schoolgirl giddy). I guess my life is going pretty well, regardless of the people who are driving me crazy; my life is great all on its own, taking all the crazies out of the equation.
Also, the Australian barista is hot. I enjoy his accent, stature, and friendliness.
I wish I could figure out my body. I'm tired of it, so I'm trying to ignore it.