This is How We Roll
Haha, so when I first wrote this, I set my mood as hopeful, but I guess I accidently clicked horny instead. Oops. Kinda still applies, but that is getting put on the back burner for awhile- it only gets me into trouble. Just thought I would share, moving on...I suppose summer is going fairly well so far. I haven't updated in awhile, so here goes, starting with last weekend.
In detail:
I hung out with Eric Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, so that was great- I really do miss that boy. Thursday everyone came over to hang out and we saw this creepy guy without much of a face on channel 3. Friday we all went to Spring Review to cheer for our favorite high school seniors, support Mike, and watch the shows. Aside from not getting any service at Round the Clock, it turned into a great evening (including some armadillo sex on Letterman.) Saturday I got my hair fixed, and Em and I hung out for most of the day, including an evening with Eric and Mike. So much fun all day long. Sunday Patrick, Stephen and Mike came over to look at camping pictures. We ended up playing Mario Cart for like an hour, so that was good times. Monday I crafted with Erin, and Wednesday was Patrick's birthday celebration number 3. We all went to Vals for dinner, then Ryan's for trampolining, then the beach for swimming, then my house for a movie. Probably one of my most favorite nights this summer. Thursday I had a minor breakdown, but it was cured by Stephen, Patrick and Good Will Hunting, so I'm not gonna go into too much detail there. Friday I hung out with my aunt and the boys until about 9:30, then I went out to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with Mike, Patrick, Cole and my sister. It was an excellent movie; definitely a lot of hot in one room. I highly recommend it. Saturday I headed down to IU with Patrick and Mike. During the car ride we decided to make our camping trip an annual event but to different locations. Next year will probably be white water rafting, so I'm excited. Basically we just bullshitted, drank, and hung out for the evening, cuz that's how we roll. I definitely enjoyed myself. We came back yesterday afternoon so I could head over to Eddie Madigan's open house. Last night Mr. Galvin took Patrick and me out for Coldstone which was funny, and I am sooooo glad I don't work there. Then I came home, had another blow out with my mom, and went to bed. The end.
Events in summary:
I really, truly enjoy my friends. This is the first time I've been able to hang out with everyone, and I'm not planning on missing a second of it. Well, except to sleep. I've been having a great time being home, even with the curve balls I was thrown. Patrick helped me to finally stop feeling like something has been missing or that I wasn't a part of the group or whatever shit I was trying to tell myself, so I am 100% ready to chill out and enjoy the rest of the summer. My mom is doing her best to undermine the situation, but she'll be gone next week and then on and off for most of the summer, so maybe the space will help. Leave it to my mother to get the rest of the neighborhood in on what's been going on in my life, as untrue as her version may be. Oh well, so it goes.
Overall:
I'm definitely keeping busy; I have at least outlines for plans for every weekend from now until the 16th of July. It makes me happy, but depresses me because it kinda speeds the summer up way more than I would like. I really hate my job. Don't get me wrong, I love the PR aspects of it and am so excited that I am sure that is what I want to do with my life, but the job itself blows. I shouldn't complain too much since I get paid to take 1.5 hour lunch breaks with patrick or to go to the beach, but I don't like working 8:30-4:30 all week long. On that note, I'm giving myself two weeks off at the end of August to not work and enjoy everyone before I leave for school. In other news, I've sorta decided that this is the summer of not giving a shit. Like, screw the concequences, I'm gonna do what I want and if I really fuck things up, oh well, I'll just start over again when I get back to school. My problem is that I worry about everything and care way too much about things I shouldn't be concerning myself with. I think I've finally come to a point where I'm just too tired to care anymore. I definitely overanalyze too much.
In detail:
I hung out with Eric Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, so that was great- I really do miss that boy. Thursday everyone came over to hang out and we saw this creepy guy without much of a face on channel 3. Friday we all went to Spring Review to cheer for our favorite high school seniors, support Mike, and watch the shows. Aside from not getting any service at Round the Clock, it turned into a great evening (including some armadillo sex on Letterman.) Saturday I got my hair fixed, and Em and I hung out for most of the day, including an evening with Eric and Mike. So much fun all day long. Sunday Patrick, Stephen and Mike came over to look at camping pictures. We ended up playing Mario Cart for like an hour, so that was good times. Monday I crafted with Erin, and Wednesday was Patrick's birthday celebration number 3. We all went to Vals for dinner, then Ryan's for trampolining, then the beach for swimming, then my house for a movie. Probably one of my most favorite nights this summer. Thursday I had a minor breakdown, but it was cured by Stephen, Patrick and Good Will Hunting, so I'm not gonna go into too much detail there. Friday I hung out with my aunt and the boys until about 9:30, then I went out to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with Mike, Patrick, Cole and my sister. It was an excellent movie; definitely a lot of hot in one room. I highly recommend it. Saturday I headed down to IU with Patrick and Mike. During the car ride we decided to make our camping trip an annual event but to different locations. Next year will probably be white water rafting, so I'm excited. Basically we just bullshitted, drank, and hung out for the evening, cuz that's how we roll. I definitely enjoyed myself. We came back yesterday afternoon so I could head over to Eddie Madigan's open house. Last night Mr. Galvin took Patrick and me out for Coldstone which was funny, and I am sooooo glad I don't work there. Then I came home, had another blow out with my mom, and went to bed. The end.
Events in summary:
I really, truly enjoy my friends. This is the first time I've been able to hang out with everyone, and I'm not planning on missing a second of it. Well, except to sleep. I've been having a great time being home, even with the curve balls I was thrown. Patrick helped me to finally stop feeling like something has been missing or that I wasn't a part of the group or whatever shit I was trying to tell myself, so I am 100% ready to chill out and enjoy the rest of the summer. My mom is doing her best to undermine the situation, but she'll be gone next week and then on and off for most of the summer, so maybe the space will help. Leave it to my mother to get the rest of the neighborhood in on what's been going on in my life, as untrue as her version may be. Oh well, so it goes.
Overall:
I'm definitely keeping busy; I have at least outlines for plans for every weekend from now until the 16th of July. It makes me happy, but depresses me because it kinda speeds the summer up way more than I would like. I really hate my job. Don't get me wrong, I love the PR aspects of it and am so excited that I am sure that is what I want to do with my life, but the job itself blows. I shouldn't complain too much since I get paid to take 1.5 hour lunch breaks with patrick or to go to the beach, but I don't like working 8:30-4:30 all week long. On that note, I'm giving myself two weeks off at the end of August to not work and enjoy everyone before I leave for school. In other news, I've sorta decided that this is the summer of not giving a shit. Like, screw the concequences, I'm gonna do what I want and if I really fuck things up, oh well, I'll just start over again when I get back to school. My problem is that I worry about everything and care way too much about things I shouldn't be concerning myself with. I think I've finally come to a point where I'm just too tired to care anymore. I definitely overanalyze too much.