Poor Sarah
Well, tomorrow is Sarah's birthday but Sal isn't allowed to hang out w/ her unless i'm there because her parents are afraid he'll try to hit on her and sal has to work tomorrow, so instead, we all hung out today for Sarah's birthday. I got her some vodka (hehe) and Sal drew her a kick ass picture and took us up to the mountains for a little hike. The drive up the mountain was pretty nice, and for some reason i couldn't stop laughing all day. i was just in a really happy mood. at first, our walk was good. we talked, we laughed, and i love hiking. the only really down-side to hiking was it was kind of hott. but the heat was still bearable. we'd have to stop every once in a while though because Sarah would get winded from smoking too much. Well, smoking had a larger effect on her lungs then we thought, and on the way back to the car she sat down for a break and couldn't get back up. it was weird. she was just sitting there, everything normal, with the exception of her hard breathing. but i figured it was from walking uphill. then all of a sudden, she lay back, closed her eyes, began holding herself and started trembling really bad. it was scary. sal figured it was because she smokes and also that she was dehidrated. So Sal had to run back to the car where we had a wee bit of water in a cup and i just held sarah. yeah, i know. i'm not too useful. So Sal returned with the water and we gave it to her, whils Sal started becoming dehidrated himself. But he stayed strong and put that aside in order to help Sarah out. He's such a nice guy. he's always there for his friends. or at least he's been there for me and Sarah. Sarah's hands somehow cramped up and she couldn't seperate her fingers, or move them at all for that matter. it was kind of weird. I felt so bad for Sarah. she kept saying she was ok, but you could tell she was kind of scared. Me and Sal assisted Sarah and helped hold her up a little, but she could walk pretty well on her own. we got her to the car, and she just rested. meanwhile, Sal began punching his steering wheel. you see, he only got 4 hours of sleep last night and was really dehidrated. I don't remember what his explanation was for repeatidly punching his steering wheel, but i believe it was something about creating adrenaline. or, i don't know, something like that. he made it to the gas station and got some water. and then everything was ok. i tortured them w/ my music on the way back down the mountain. well, i guess i didn't get to torture them as much as i wanted. only a couple of songs. they kept making fun of The Chemical Brothers- The Test. i love that song! oh well. and they said Tori Amos sounded like Jewel. I was just like, what the fuck? whatever, everyone's entitled to their own opinion. so, yeah, that almost sums up the day. Sal took Sarah home, and took me home. On the way to my house we had a very nice talk. It's really great to have someone to talk to who's wiser and can give advice. And who could recognize the things in my life that i can't. it almost seems like he knows me better then i do. hehe. that's kind of sad. but at the same time, nice. at least someone kind of understands me. i know i sure as hell don't. but i feel bad for making him listen to my life story. must be annoying by now. oh, and he drew me a bad ass picture as well. it's soooo awesome. I couldn't believe he drew me a picture. well, i mean, i could understand it, but i don't think he should've. especially a picture that good. i don't deserve it. but i sure do appreciate it, and love it. i'd post it on here, but i'm retarded when it comes to computers. i don't know how to use my scanner and what not. well, yup. that's all. i'm gonna go over to oscar's in a couple of hours. i hope Sal made it to work on time. ok, bye.