Frozen
I am so fustrated right now. I need to do some typing just to help get rid of my anger. Alright, here was my fucking great Saturday. All day I worked on my final project. I started at 9 in the morning and ended at 3:30 in the afternoon. Then I drove to Martins--wonderful grocery store. All right, I know this nice guy, Nick, and he always was cool. He recently got back to South Bend, havent seen him in a while, so we made plans. 6:20 we are supposed to meet. He's not there. So I go to Hollister for a few minutes. I come back at about 6:28, he's still not there. So I wait till 7:01. no sign of him. So here I am standing by the doors and 4 guys come up to me and ask me my name, so I walk away, and they follow me. They start asking why I'm not being nice and then they start threatening me. So here I am and I have no one. So then I find out I have no ride home. I had to walk to Best Buy with just jeans and a tshirt on just to find my friend who worked there to see if hed take me home. My fingers were frozen, I couldn't feel them. fortunetaly he was there and he asked if I wanted to go with him to Barnes and Nobles. I am so tired. so I am going to go. goodnight to all those out there who have frozen fingers.