Back to Normal
Everything is back to normal or in my case everything sucks.
I saw my cowboy on Wednesday and he was avioding me so I went up to him and asked him a question and he snapped at me. I cried for a little bit but then some of my friends and my sister started cracking jokes and made me laugh.
Then last night I went to see Anacondas. I was going to go alone because I had invited my sister and her boyfriend and my cousin and her boyfriend to come but they went and saw it on Monday while I was at work. Needless to say I am not too happy. My sister went with me and we watched that and Open Water. Everything I had heard about that movie was right it sucked. You could definatly tell it was a low budget movie and the rocking back and forth of the screen made me and my sister feel sick. Then I went home to see if my other sister wanted to go to the screening of Cookout (which is a hilarious movie). When I got home my cowboy had called so I called him back but got his answering machine. I am still wondering what he wanted.
Then there is my ex (who I for some unknown reason I still care about). He is trying to get back in my life and be friends for now and see where it takes us. I want to be with him but at the same time I am afraid of getting hurt again. I am also afraid he may just want to get back together for the sex.
I am just so sick and tired of guys and the games they play. I just wish for once I could find a guy who wants a real relationship and not just sex every now and then. I am so sick of feeling like some thing that gets used for a while and when the guy is done with me he pushes me out of his life basically throwing me out like some toy that has gone out of style. Well I guess I will just have to keep wishing because with the luck I have been having I don't know if I will ever find a guy that wants to be with me for more than sex.
And another thig if this sounds depressing it is because my Great uncle Steve died today. I know he was my great uncle but when I was growing up I can remember going over to his house and watching him build and carve things out of wood. I lived with my grandma (who was his sister-in-law) until I was four so I got to see him a lot. I guess when someone you know dies you start to put things into perspective. I guess I would just like to be happy with someone once in my life.