Indiana Adventure
*Phone rings*
Me: What's up?
Dylan: Nothin', what's up with you?
Me: Not too much, I'm kinda hungry for a sandwich.
Dylan: Really? Me too.
Me: Maybe we should go to Indiana to get one.
Dylan: I think we should.
That's how my night started. I washed my hair, put on a nicer shirt, and headed over to Dylan's so we could go to Indiana to get a sandwich from this place called Penn Station. We had Dylan, Whifflebottom, Big Bear, me, and a ton of gay music. Unfortunately for us the place ended up closing like five minutes early and as soon as we pulled up they turned off the lights. It was pretty horrible. I mean, we drove 2 hours, we would've been on time, but then we get there and no sandwich. Out of depression we ended up going to Applebee's where the waitress didn't really believe us and Dylan, Big Bear, and I ended up spending about $30 each on our meals since spending money and eating enough to make us feel horrible was the only thing that would make us feel better. The sad part is that now we're going to have to do it again.
Perhaps the best part of the trip was that while I was sitting in Dylan's backseat I felt something that I haven't felt in two months. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it but the best I can do is to say it's that drive that I get whenever I see one of my friends in trouble. It's just this feeling I get that says, "You do everything you can you dirty bastard." I wish it didn't insult me but that's besides the point. The point is that I'm getting back to normal.
Also, as a side note guess who's grandpa is in the hosipital? Nothing new here really except now they've diagnosed him with lung cancer so that's combined with the pneumonia and a couple of other things he has. I'm kinda expecting him to make it out of this visit to the hospital alive but I'm really thinking I'll have a funeral to go to this semester. I've thought that every semester since school started, but this one feels a bit different. I don't think anything will actually hit me until I see my grandma, my little cousin, and maybe my mom. Chances are I'm going to be better off being there for other people around me, so I just need to keep preparing myself for that.
Me: What's up?
Dylan: Nothin', what's up with you?
Me: Not too much, I'm kinda hungry for a sandwich.
Dylan: Really? Me too.
Me: Maybe we should go to Indiana to get one.
Dylan: I think we should.
That's how my night started. I washed my hair, put on a nicer shirt, and headed over to Dylan's so we could go to Indiana to get a sandwich from this place called Penn Station. We had Dylan, Whifflebottom, Big Bear, me, and a ton of gay music. Unfortunately for us the place ended up closing like five minutes early and as soon as we pulled up they turned off the lights. It was pretty horrible. I mean, we drove 2 hours, we would've been on time, but then we get there and no sandwich. Out of depression we ended up going to Applebee's where the waitress didn't really believe us and Dylan, Big Bear, and I ended up spending about $30 each on our meals since spending money and eating enough to make us feel horrible was the only thing that would make us feel better. The sad part is that now we're going to have to do it again.
Perhaps the best part of the trip was that while I was sitting in Dylan's backseat I felt something that I haven't felt in two months. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it but the best I can do is to say it's that drive that I get whenever I see one of my friends in trouble. It's just this feeling I get that says, "You do everything you can you dirty bastard." I wish it didn't insult me but that's besides the point. The point is that I'm getting back to normal.
Also, as a side note guess who's grandpa is in the hosipital? Nothing new here really except now they've diagnosed him with lung cancer so that's combined with the pneumonia and a couple of other things he has. I'm kinda expecting him to make it out of this visit to the hospital alive but I'm really thinking I'll have a funeral to go to this semester. I've thought that every semester since school started, but this one feels a bit different. I don't think anything will actually hit me until I see my grandma, my little cousin, and maybe my mom. Chances are I'm going to be better off being there for other people around me, so I just need to keep preparing myself for that.