Going Home & Old Men...what a subject, eh?
I really want to go home and see some people from my past...but at the same time I've become so close to girls here that I'm going to be so sad to spend a month away from them. I mean, I DO spend everyday with these girls...it's so weird.
On another note...another interesting tale...
I'm at this bar last nite, which you only need an ID to buy something from the bar...any age can get in. Well, I'm talking with a friend and this old man who is probably my DAD'S age comes up with a drink and is like "here this is for you, some guys over there wanted to give it to you." So, I say thank you and wonder who it's from. The man is still standing nearby with his back to me, so I tap him on the shoulder and ask who it is from. He says that he can't say and I say "cmon just tell me, I need to know." He says "Alright, it's from me. Am I in trouble for that?" I say "No." Because I'm in shock that an old man gave me a fucking drink. Not kidding, I almost cried. I get hit on by old men, white trash, thugs, and oh yeah did I mention OLD MEN!?! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention about getting STOOD UP yet again by Kevin on Saturday night... So, to express how I feel I'm going to use a quote from the book "Run Catch Kiss":
"If I wasn't grossly deformed or retarded, if there was nothing officially wrong with me, why had it been so long since I'd had a boyfriend??"
Back to what I was saying earlier...I'm really nervous to go home. I'm scared to go back to something that I tried to run from, somewhere that all I wanted to do the entire time I was there was escape.
On another note...another interesting tale...
I'm at this bar last nite, which you only need an ID to buy something from the bar...any age can get in. Well, I'm talking with a friend and this old man who is probably my DAD'S age comes up with a drink and is like "here this is for you, some guys over there wanted to give it to you." So, I say thank you and wonder who it's from. The man is still standing nearby with his back to me, so I tap him on the shoulder and ask who it is from. He says that he can't say and I say "cmon just tell me, I need to know." He says "Alright, it's from me. Am I in trouble for that?" I say "No." Because I'm in shock that an old man gave me a fucking drink. Not kidding, I almost cried. I get hit on by old men, white trash, thugs, and oh yeah did I mention OLD MEN!?! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention about getting STOOD UP yet again by Kevin on Saturday night... So, to express how I feel I'm going to use a quote from the book "Run Catch Kiss":
"If I wasn't grossly deformed or retarded, if there was nothing officially wrong with me, why had it been so long since I'd had a boyfriend??"
Back to what I was saying earlier...I'm really nervous to go home. I'm scared to go back to something that I tried to run from, somewhere that all I wanted to do the entire time I was there was escape.