these are the times
I'm leaving Wednesday night.
Today has been okay, I've had worse days.. but I'm terrified of flying in that propeller plane and of riding in that cab at night, and all I can think about before falling asleep is how big that bed's going to feel when I get back.
It's weird how accustomed I became to having him around... atleast this is happening because of our own choices and not because of something horrible. The part that makes it weird is that I've spent my whole life just being by myself most of the time, and because I spent almost every waking moment with someone else for just five months I'm already all shaken up because that's changing. I hate to think about it.. so I try not to. I'm sure I'll have plenty of chances to deal with it all when I'm by myself and haven't spoken to him in days. But I can't help it sometimes.
The night of Colombia's soccer game I went out with Ingrid and her friends to "El Grill" and to my surprise I ended up attending one of the coolest shows ever. I got to meet the headlining band!! And take phone pictures with them! It was the coolest experience ever! It totally made me nervous to have so much fun when one of the most valued persons in my life was upset because of me. But I know that in these next couple of days he's going to be running around Miami with his friends, having a blast, and not thinking about me, or us, while I'm gonna be twice as upset and in Tallahassee.
Good Grief.
I'm probably making it seem a lot worse than it's actually going to be like.. or maybe better.. who knows?
Oh
the middle of my toe is a little purple.. but I think the swelling has gone down.. I can't really tell..
this entry was supposed to be about the Vilma Palma y Sus Vampiros show.. I saw one of the kids' parents there.. which was really weird, but it was cool...they were the ones that got us to hang out with Vilma Palma.. They dedicated Fondo Profundo to <3me<3. And the drummer was super hot and from Colombia and totally hitting on Julian's mom, which was funny/awkward because his dad was right there. They played all their coolest songs and covered Pink Floyd's the wall which got the crowd crazy. I danced and danced and danced.. by the end I was exhausted.. it must've been like three or four. Then ofcourse the DJs start playing the best songs so everyone will stay and dance some more.. and we all fall for it... till an angry mob of mexicans comes rushing towards us and jam my toe. As I'm limping away it starts to bleed and I think it's broken and hate myself for having to go to Tallahassee to waitress with a broken toe.. I swear that's what I was thinking. Then I finally move it and I'm okay.. except for that my toe hurt like hell and it's still really fat. All day I've been so scared of the one of the kids stepping on it.
Ay life, thanks for my busted toe.. atleast it's not broken
Damn.. I've written a lot today.. I've been writing a lot these past couple of days.. I guess I have more time to kill now..
This summer has been awesome.
Today has been okay, I've had worse days.. but I'm terrified of flying in that propeller plane and of riding in that cab at night, and all I can think about before falling asleep is how big that bed's going to feel when I get back.
It's weird how accustomed I became to having him around... atleast this is happening because of our own choices and not because of something horrible. The part that makes it weird is that I've spent my whole life just being by myself most of the time, and because I spent almost every waking moment with someone else for just five months I'm already all shaken up because that's changing. I hate to think about it.. so I try not to. I'm sure I'll have plenty of chances to deal with it all when I'm by myself and haven't spoken to him in days. But I can't help it sometimes.
The night of Colombia's soccer game I went out with Ingrid and her friends to "El Grill" and to my surprise I ended up attending one of the coolest shows ever. I got to meet the headlining band!! And take phone pictures with them! It was the coolest experience ever! It totally made me nervous to have so much fun when one of the most valued persons in my life was upset because of me. But I know that in these next couple of days he's going to be running around Miami with his friends, having a blast, and not thinking about me, or us, while I'm gonna be twice as upset and in Tallahassee.
Good Grief.
I'm probably making it seem a lot worse than it's actually going to be like.. or maybe better.. who knows?
Oh
the middle of my toe is a little purple.. but I think the swelling has gone down.. I can't really tell..
this entry was supposed to be about the Vilma Palma y Sus Vampiros show.. I saw one of the kids' parents there.. which was really weird, but it was cool...they were the ones that got us to hang out with Vilma Palma.. They dedicated Fondo Profundo to <3me<3. And the drummer was super hot and from Colombia and totally hitting on Julian's mom, which was funny/awkward because his dad was right there. They played all their coolest songs and covered Pink Floyd's the wall which got the crowd crazy. I danced and danced and danced.. by the end I was exhausted.. it must've been like three or four. Then ofcourse the DJs start playing the best songs so everyone will stay and dance some more.. and we all fall for it... till an angry mob of mexicans comes rushing towards us and jam my toe. As I'm limping away it starts to bleed and I think it's broken and hate myself for having to go to Tallahassee to waitress with a broken toe.. I swear that's what I was thinking. Then I finally move it and I'm okay.. except for that my toe hurt like hell and it's still really fat. All day I've been so scared of the one of the kids stepping on it.
Ay life, thanks for my busted toe.. atleast it's not broken
Damn.. I've written a lot today.. I've been writing a lot these past couple of days.. I guess I have more time to kill now..
This summer has been awesome.