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Arash's party was great because i was once again able to see my HFA/MLK friends and former classmates all grouped together in one house. of course, most of them were drunk, but it always makes me feel good to see the people i liked in high school shout my name and hug me (at least they remembered me!).
Corbin and i were tired of being surrounded by beer, so i drove us over to Coco and we sat with Perry and John and listened to two idiot drunk girls go on and on about how horny they were. it was disgusting. one of them apparently had sex with Pauly Shore (not something to brag about...). we got tired and i drove him back to his car and then left to go back home.
i drove home from Arash's party with my arm out the window. for once i had nothing to worry about in my mind. not a care in the world. i felt great driving home at 50 miles per hour on Tyne with my high beams on and my foot caressing the break pedal just so that in the event of a police car passing by i would be able to stop immediately and hopefully not get a speeding ticket.
tomorrow is my last day at Smoothie King. some of my fellow coworkers are actually expressing concern that i am leaving. they actually like me there. so i guess i feel bad about leaving, but at the same time they all tell me that i should definitely go for the Assistant Manager position at Paletta because that will look good in the future. yeah, i guess i agree.
i really miss Katie. it's strange not being able to see the person who i want to spend time with the most right now. every time i get off of work i always think "i should call Katie and see if she wants to hang out or something" and then i realize that she's actually in Baton Rouge and i probably won't see her for a long time. "shitfuck." there aren't too many other people i would consider to be good friends of mine in Nashville. everyone seems to have their own agenda with their own friends and their own jobs. i hate that all i do is work. grrr. that, and i listen to "Chattahoochee" all the time and think about how much i enjoyed singing along to it with Katie but also how it was strange because neither one of us actually grew up near the Chattahoochee or did any of the things Alan Jackson talks about in the song. but it's okay to pretend sometimes, right? well, when i drive around listening to that song i can pretend that Katie is riding shotgun and that we're probably headed to Coco to sit and talk.
on the bright side, i am getting to know a few people better than i did before and i've become closer to them since the summer started. i've enjoyed hanging out with Jacques and his friends and Corbin and a few other people. most of my nights end up with me sitting on Jacques' sofa watching tv while he passes out and starts to snore. i'm glad to have a friend that snores.
Corbin and i were tired of being surrounded by beer, so i drove us over to Coco and we sat with Perry and John and listened to two idiot drunk girls go on and on about how horny they were. it was disgusting. one of them apparently had sex with Pauly Shore (not something to brag about...). we got tired and i drove him back to his car and then left to go back home.
i drove home from Arash's party with my arm out the window. for once i had nothing to worry about in my mind. not a care in the world. i felt great driving home at 50 miles per hour on Tyne with my high beams on and my foot caressing the break pedal just so that in the event of a police car passing by i would be able to stop immediately and hopefully not get a speeding ticket.
tomorrow is my last day at Smoothie King. some of my fellow coworkers are actually expressing concern that i am leaving. they actually like me there. so i guess i feel bad about leaving, but at the same time they all tell me that i should definitely go for the Assistant Manager position at Paletta because that will look good in the future. yeah, i guess i agree.
i really miss Katie. it's strange not being able to see the person who i want to spend time with the most right now. every time i get off of work i always think "i should call Katie and see if she wants to hang out or something" and then i realize that she's actually in Baton Rouge and i probably won't see her for a long time. "shitfuck." there aren't too many other people i would consider to be good friends of mine in Nashville. everyone seems to have their own agenda with their own friends and their own jobs. i hate that all i do is work. grrr. that, and i listen to "Chattahoochee" all the time and think about how much i enjoyed singing along to it with Katie but also how it was strange because neither one of us actually grew up near the Chattahoochee or did any of the things Alan Jackson talks about in the song. but it's okay to pretend sometimes, right? well, when i drive around listening to that song i can pretend that Katie is riding shotgun and that we're probably headed to Coco to sit and talk.
on the bright side, i am getting to know a few people better than i did before and i've become closer to them since the summer started. i've enjoyed hanging out with Jacques and his friends and Corbin and a few other people. most of my nights end up with me sitting on Jacques' sofa watching tv while he passes out and starts to snore. i'm glad to have a friend that snores.