Who's Woodrow Wilson ??
Yeah, so..... my summer has gotten even weirder.
Morgan has been here now for the past three nights and we haven't stopped drinking coffee and being crazy since.
Tuesday night while Megan and I were in the car we got a call from Morgan and went on an adventure to go find Morgan and pick her up from Ryan's house. Once we found her after receiving the shittiest directions on Earth we went back to my house and chilled. Megan and I made a video of us dancing to the Moldy Peaches- Lil' Bunny Foo Foo, it's kind of cute.
Wednesday, Morgan and I went on a walk and went to the swings and down to the lake and saw stereotypical latinos.... 20 guy with no shirts on playing soccer with one chick sitting waiting for her Pedro while rocking one of her babies at a picnic table. There was also a chick that asked us randomly if we'd like a picture together and a boat that was named TOTAL K-OSS !!!!
People amuse me.
When we got back to my house we drank at least 4 cups of coffee, sat on my backdeck till 2 a.m, and just talked forever. It was real nice. We didn't go to sleep until maybe 6 a.m.
Thursday, Sarah, Morgan, and I ventured to downtown Davidson and got curly fries at The Soda Shoppe and had an out of body experience on a tree swing. After just walking around we sat down on the couch outside of Summit coffee house where Morgan saw one of her friends that isn't talking to her at this moment and won't answer her phone calls. While debating whether or not to go in and say hello and apologize she would talk to his friend that came outside.... after a while he went back in and they went out of the coffee shop the back way when Morgan was about to go talk to him. It was real childish. There was also a chick at The Soda Shoppe that Morgan knew and while catching up with her she explained her homeless situation and after telling her that the chick proceeded to say " at least you didn't get dumped last night".......like, what the fuck. I just looked at Sarah and laughed at the vain comment. So...we walked out without paying for our milkshakes, they weren't all that good anyways.
So, for most of the time we just sat on the couch outside Summit and people watched. I enjoyed it. I really, really love people. Seriously, just take a day and do nothing but sit downtown and watch people go by. It will make you feel so much better about yourself. We saw a cute little girl that said hello and I told her I liked her dress. We saw people belting out the lyrics to the songs playing on their radios, old ladies, mexicans that would yell random pick up lines, a truck driving by that had an arcade video game system just sitting in the back of it, and so many other odd and completely stereotypical people.
When we got back to my house we drank coffee and sat on my backdeck and went insane, burned matches, sang "me... and your mom.... got it on....... last nightttttttt".
I really mean it when I say I love people and their drama and their havoc.. just everything.
I also got the job at Coldstone so.... I'm pretty sure there's going to be more descriptions of random people that made my day because of what they did or said or wore, etc. Don't be insulted by my comments, they're here so when I look back at the shit I've done and the people that I've seen, met, heard, etc. Because, I realized today... I won't be able to remember the little things that just make everything so much better in my life.
Morgan got an offer to go live in Greensboro with some friends. I think it would be perfect for her and she would be so happy there. So, I hope it all works out for the best in her favor and if you hear rumors that Morgan is insane and beat her mom .. DO NOT believe them, serious.
And by the way, I'm going to be the cutest little old lady in the whole entire world. When I get real old all I'm going to do is drink coffee, smoke cigarettes, play card games, and bake. I'm never going to talk except for to the people that I really care about and I'm not going to drive and have people drive me around while I sit there in matching cute little outfits and a little pocket book with my hands crossed in my lap. Life is going to be good when I get old and cute.
Also, Sarah and I are moving to Seattle to a little apartment where our only means of outside communication will be by computer and by the address of our apartment to write to. So yeah, I'm doing real good.
