long and heart felt
dear god i cannot believe i have to spend most of my weekend working. fuck you hollister co!
anyways.. this weekends been.. actually last weekend too, have been amazing. im not saying its been 100% good because its not, some of it has been really sad and awful, not really for me but for other people. i feel so bad that ive been having a good time when i see my friends and family so hurt and upset, and generally just not happy. i see them going through rough times and its not fair that i get to be so happy and content with my life. and its even worse when i feel like theres no way i can help them and theres nothing i can say to make them feel better.
its a miracle how drama free last weekend was, the aftershock i cant say the same about, but the weekend itself was calm and fun.
thanksgiving was enjoyable i thought, but i felt like everyone was having a good time just to mask the severity of certain situations. i noticed it most when my grandma left early in tears because she was too tired and in too much pain to finish the evening, and also when a heart sinking phone call was made to my cousin from his father and my aunt wishing to pick up the phone and hear her former husband tell her he loved her again. and also on the express way witnessing a rollover accident. what a way to spend a thanksgiving. it was nice to see, and it brought back strong memories, people pulling over and running to the scene calling 911. we stopped. there was a police officer about 100 yards ahead around a bend. my mom ran out and alerted him of the crash. and then theres tim. my heart aches for him and his family. i dont want to tell him and i dont know what to even say, but i relate. i just think of the 5 funerals ive attended in the last year and its hard. a friends mother, a friend of the family, and 3 grandparents.
after my aunts tim and travis picked me up and we watched million dollar baby. trav left and tim and i watched the end of school house rock and taking lives. tims unnamed turtle is too kick ass to even explain. i stayed pretty late and it took me a while to fall asleep, but none the less i ended up on my couch and woke up a half hour before i had to leave for work this morning. work was hell. im not even going to talk about it.
afterwards my mom and i shopped for an hour and then robbie came over. we starbucksed, myspaced and then mary claire nickora and nicole decided to be creepy and come spy on us. my dad came home when they were tapping on my kitchen window. he came in and was all like "uh you know theres 4 girls outside tapping on the window" ha. i love them. after a while of trying to make triangles i persuaded rob to go to the movies with me. go harry potter for the second time! woot. we witnessed jena timmington smuggling coffee into the palladium. funny.
i have to work 10-4 tomorrow. and 8-1 on sunday. shoot me.
anyways.. this weekends been.. actually last weekend too, have been amazing. im not saying its been 100% good because its not, some of it has been really sad and awful, not really for me but for other people. i feel so bad that ive been having a good time when i see my friends and family so hurt and upset, and generally just not happy. i see them going through rough times and its not fair that i get to be so happy and content with my life. and its even worse when i feel like theres no way i can help them and theres nothing i can say to make them feel better.
its a miracle how drama free last weekend was, the aftershock i cant say the same about, but the weekend itself was calm and fun.
thanksgiving was enjoyable i thought, but i felt like everyone was having a good time just to mask the severity of certain situations. i noticed it most when my grandma left early in tears because she was too tired and in too much pain to finish the evening, and also when a heart sinking phone call was made to my cousin from his father and my aunt wishing to pick up the phone and hear her former husband tell her he loved her again. and also on the express way witnessing a rollover accident. what a way to spend a thanksgiving. it was nice to see, and it brought back strong memories, people pulling over and running to the scene calling 911. we stopped. there was a police officer about 100 yards ahead around a bend. my mom ran out and alerted him of the crash. and then theres tim. my heart aches for him and his family. i dont want to tell him and i dont know what to even say, but i relate. i just think of the 5 funerals ive attended in the last year and its hard. a friends mother, a friend of the family, and 3 grandparents.
after my aunts tim and travis picked me up and we watched million dollar baby. trav left and tim and i watched the end of school house rock and taking lives. tims unnamed turtle is too kick ass to even explain. i stayed pretty late and it took me a while to fall asleep, but none the less i ended up on my couch and woke up a half hour before i had to leave for work this morning. work was hell. im not even going to talk about it.
afterwards my mom and i shopped for an hour and then robbie came over. we starbucksed, myspaced and then mary claire nickora and nicole decided to be creepy and come spy on us. my dad came home when they were tapping on my kitchen window. he came in and was all like "uh you know theres 4 girls outside tapping on the window" ha. i love them. after a while of trying to make triangles i persuaded rob to go to the movies with me. go harry potter for the second time! woot. we witnessed jena timmington smuggling coffee into the palladium. funny.
i have to work 10-4 tomorrow. and 8-1 on sunday. shoot me.