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I'm not sure I know what I expected this weekend to be, but whatever I expected it, the past few days certainly weren't it.
My parents have gone out to Jamestown for the weekend, they're expected back today sometime, but who knows when that will be.
Friday I spent some time over at Peepe's. I met one of her friends from work, we played some Super Smash Brothers, I rekindled my Guitar Hero skills, then I came home and picked at the guitar for an hour or so.
Yesterday was all kinds of random. Peepe came over at about quarter past ten in the morning and we smoked a couple bowls in the family room, jammed to the digital cable music channels. Josh came over around one-ish I think and I made cake. We ended up over at Duffy's, I attempted to steal the puppy (not really, but I was tempted).
Now I'm home alone and I can't even enjoy myself.
I think things with Marie and I have sort of fallen apart. I don't like when I get so caught up in things that I miss clear cues in people's language. I really could've used that sincere friend right now... I am desperately missing getting to know people. I miss being able to pick at people's minds, get into the nooks of their personality.
I think inwardly I'm miserable, but I put up the happy front because damn it someone in my family has to be happy some of the time. So I just bottle it all up, the misery, the frustration, the anger.
I should find my missing knife... I can't even remember the last time I saw it.
My parents have gone out to Jamestown for the weekend, they're expected back today sometime, but who knows when that will be.
Friday I spent some time over at Peepe's. I met one of her friends from work, we played some Super Smash Brothers, I rekindled my Guitar Hero skills, then I came home and picked at the guitar for an hour or so.
Yesterday was all kinds of random. Peepe came over at about quarter past ten in the morning and we smoked a couple bowls in the family room, jammed to the digital cable music channels. Josh came over around one-ish I think and I made cake. We ended up over at Duffy's, I attempted to steal the puppy (not really, but I was tempted).
Now I'm home alone and I can't even enjoy myself.
I think things with Marie and I have sort of fallen apart. I don't like when I get so caught up in things that I miss clear cues in people's language. I really could've used that sincere friend right now... I am desperately missing getting to know people. I miss being able to pick at people's minds, get into the nooks of their personality.
I think inwardly I'm miserable, but I put up the happy front because damn it someone in my family has to be happy some of the time. So I just bottle it all up, the misery, the frustration, the anger.
I should find my missing knife... I can't even remember the last time I saw it.