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amanda and i had some quality hanging out time tonight before she leaves tomorrow morning for ohio. i'm not going to see my best nyc friend for a month and a half. i'm excited to see my home friends though, who i haven't seen in much longer than a month and a half.
we watched trading spouses, laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, and folded her laundry. prior to that, we got our nails painted, and then she got really mad because she screwed up one of them when she was putting her key into the door. so we left her apartment (unlocked!), went back to the nail salon, and annoyed them because she asked them to redo her thumb. we're assholes. we also didn't realize we wore matching juicy tracksuits so we looked like a couple of idiots with matching outfits on. this sort of things mostly just makes us laugh. the thing about this girl, is that although she is a little rough around the edges sometimes, and despite her chain-smoking in my face, i love her to death. because she's real, and when we laugh, its those deep laughs that you feel in the pit of your belly and that you are positive are burning calories for you.
what i don't love, is calling someone up who i just want to talk with for a minute, without a hello- just "why do you keep callig me?". it hurt... i can't remember the last time i felt so stupid and so bad, and so shitty. i held back my tears the entire way home, i don't let strangers see me cry. as i turned the key into my front door, i really couldn't hold it anymore, and now here i am.
maybe i'll have an internship on monday. maybe something good will happen and i can go home feeling like there is one less thing on my list to do...
we watched trading spouses, laughed at the ridiculousness of it all, and folded her laundry. prior to that, we got our nails painted, and then she got really mad because she screwed up one of them when she was putting her key into the door. so we left her apartment (unlocked!), went back to the nail salon, and annoyed them because she asked them to redo her thumb. we're assholes. we also didn't realize we wore matching juicy tracksuits so we looked like a couple of idiots with matching outfits on. this sort of things mostly just makes us laugh. the thing about this girl, is that although she is a little rough around the edges sometimes, and despite her chain-smoking in my face, i love her to death. because she's real, and when we laugh, its those deep laughs that you feel in the pit of your belly and that you are positive are burning calories for you.
what i don't love, is calling someone up who i just want to talk with for a minute, without a hello- just "why do you keep callig me?". it hurt... i can't remember the last time i felt so stupid and so bad, and so shitty. i held back my tears the entire way home, i don't let strangers see me cry. as i turned the key into my front door, i really couldn't hold it anymore, and now here i am.
maybe i'll have an internship on monday. maybe something good will happen and i can go home feeling like there is one less thing on my list to do...