wow.
yeah, so i'm gonna make bumper stickers to describe my life lateley.
the first will say:
It Was Bad, But I'm Still Good.
the second will say:
Fuck.
the explanations:
my dad went in for that exploratory surgery. i get a call on saturday before the wedding that i need to change my flight plans. i gotta get to atlanta because dads gonna have triple-bypass heart surgery and needs a valve replacement.
fuck.
he had surgery on tuesday, and i managed to see him afterwards before i had to run to my flight. flight delayed, could have stayed longer, but he still wouldn't have been awake. surgery went well, recovery will be long. my vacation to see him just turned into a flashback to candystriping at the hospital.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
sat by weird people on the planes that wouldn't shut up and asked me why i didn't bring a date.
fuck.
then the guy, who was actually quite nice and funny, said something odd and a bit forward: "well, if he really loved you, he'd be here." it stuck in my head and kept repeating over and over. i ran the situation a thousand times and wondered if my great time with smallz was the prelude to an end with t.j. and for the first time, i said i've had enough - he should have been here this whole time, and it's smallz and my other friends like trish, lauren, john, and steve who have really taken the time to call me. i decided it's time to move on, i won't put all my hope in someone who's 8 hours away, but at least its something who always gave me something to smile about.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
speech class sucks and now i'm behind.
fuck.
did 2 out of 3 assignments for class on thursday, used my skillz and real-life drama to get an extension till friday for my last paper. still typing. taking a break to write this. i hate the damn assignment with a passion - i've fallen asleep 6 times trying to complete the boringass thing.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
so now mom is going to drop me off in tally, switch cars with bro who needs the explorer to move his stuff and the boat, and then go up and take second shift with my dad and wait for me to take third. to bad we got rear-ended in a 3 car collision on I-95 in the middle of rush hour traffic.
fuuuuuuuuuuck.
we were in front, so it was just the back of the car, but the whole back needs to be replaced. the guy in the middle will be totaled, as will the asshole that decided to go 40 when the rest of the world is going 10mph in gridlock and somehow missed the brakelights surrounding him. other than a really sore neck, my mom and i are o.k., and by 9:30pm we had a rental Jeep Liberty and were on our way. with liberty and freedom for all....
it was bad, but i'm still good.
guess who wrote to me on wednesday morning after my ordeal in atlanta? smallz. now i'm afraid to look at it after all this bad luck.
fuck.
it's happy, upbeat, and actually over 5 sentences long! that's a first. i still am too afraid to ask and touchy feely questions, but since he just called and invited me to ride with him and the guys to the rugby tournament in orlando this weekend, i see a little ray of hope, or at least a really fun time with my boys. i just hope a certain other asshole from a while ago didn't tag along with his new roomate who is a friend of mine on the team too. also remembering i kissed someone else, but at the time so was smallz - so i'm cleared on that one and that's final.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
typing a report while you've got whiplash is not fun. and where the hell did the damn sun go? i need a tan.
fuck.
i'm in tally with a bunch of friends, my family and friends have been through a lot in the past two months, but we've all made it out o.k., and i just keep thanking God for that every time i see the sun.
it was bad, but we're all still good.
the first will say:
It Was Bad, But I'm Still Good.
the second will say:
Fuck.
the explanations:
my dad went in for that exploratory surgery. i get a call on saturday before the wedding that i need to change my flight plans. i gotta get to atlanta because dads gonna have triple-bypass heart surgery and needs a valve replacement.
fuck.
he had surgery on tuesday, and i managed to see him afterwards before i had to run to my flight. flight delayed, could have stayed longer, but he still wouldn't have been awake. surgery went well, recovery will be long. my vacation to see him just turned into a flashback to candystriping at the hospital.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
sat by weird people on the planes that wouldn't shut up and asked me why i didn't bring a date.
fuck.
then the guy, who was actually quite nice and funny, said something odd and a bit forward: "well, if he really loved you, he'd be here." it stuck in my head and kept repeating over and over. i ran the situation a thousand times and wondered if my great time with smallz was the prelude to an end with t.j. and for the first time, i said i've had enough - he should have been here this whole time, and it's smallz and my other friends like trish, lauren, john, and steve who have really taken the time to call me. i decided it's time to move on, i won't put all my hope in someone who's 8 hours away, but at least its something who always gave me something to smile about.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
speech class sucks and now i'm behind.
fuck.
did 2 out of 3 assignments for class on thursday, used my skillz and real-life drama to get an extension till friday for my last paper. still typing. taking a break to write this. i hate the damn assignment with a passion - i've fallen asleep 6 times trying to complete the boringass thing.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
so now mom is going to drop me off in tally, switch cars with bro who needs the explorer to move his stuff and the boat, and then go up and take second shift with my dad and wait for me to take third. to bad we got rear-ended in a 3 car collision on I-95 in the middle of rush hour traffic.
fuuuuuuuuuuck.
we were in front, so it was just the back of the car, but the whole back needs to be replaced. the guy in the middle will be totaled, as will the asshole that decided to go 40 when the rest of the world is going 10mph in gridlock and somehow missed the brakelights surrounding him. other than a really sore neck, my mom and i are o.k., and by 9:30pm we had a rental Jeep Liberty and were on our way. with liberty and freedom for all....
it was bad, but i'm still good.
guess who wrote to me on wednesday morning after my ordeal in atlanta? smallz. now i'm afraid to look at it after all this bad luck.
fuck.
it's happy, upbeat, and actually over 5 sentences long! that's a first. i still am too afraid to ask and touchy feely questions, but since he just called and invited me to ride with him and the guys to the rugby tournament in orlando this weekend, i see a little ray of hope, or at least a really fun time with my boys. i just hope a certain other asshole from a while ago didn't tag along with his new roomate who is a friend of mine on the team too. also remembering i kissed someone else, but at the time so was smallz - so i'm cleared on that one and that's final.
it was bad, but i'm still good.
typing a report while you've got whiplash is not fun. and where the hell did the damn sun go? i need a tan.
fuck.
i'm in tally with a bunch of friends, my family and friends have been through a lot in the past two months, but we've all made it out o.k., and i just keep thanking God for that every time i see the sun.
it was bad, but we're all still good.