And I'm beyond your peripheral vision, so you might want to turn your head
Damn, every little thing is making me cry lately. I don't know if it's hormones, the changing weather, or the current events in my life lately.. but it's not so much fun.
So my weekend with Carrie was great. We were lucky enough to run into a few friends she hasn't seen in awhile.. my cousin, Mike, and Ryan. So that was cool. We ended up going to Oktoberfest at a winery with Jenn and Teresa, and spent the night walking around with a bottle of wine, smoking cigarettes and talking about things only we can talk about. Then we went to Bahama Breeze, followed by Easy Street where Ryan was. We ended up at IHOP around 2am, and that's when the wine started wearing off and the sadness started to kick in. As Jenn and I dropped her off, we realized we probably wouldn't see each other for awhile. I mean, it had been two years since the last visit. And yes, I can get over my idiotic fears and get on a plane and go to her, but I don't know when that will be. So I went home and cried. Because she's my best friend, and I missed her tons.
On Sunday, I woke up remembering Ryan was crashed out on my couch. I hate that, but I can't say no. I'd rather him not drive an hour home after he's been drinking. So anyway, he left when Dave showed up with two pumpkin-spice coffees. (Sarah, I've been craving that ever since you mentioned it, therefore he got sick of my talking about it). So we watched the Bears game as I recovered and inhaled the smell of autumn, then went out for hot wings. On the way to the bar, we noticed two pup Pit Bulls running across the street. I wanted to go back to see if they were okay, so we did. It was a pretty horrible neighborhood, and some guy nearby yelled at us to just take them because they always hop the fence, their owner never watches them, and they live in filth. The dogs were so goddamned skinny and my heart sank right there. But what could we do? Some kids came over on their bikes and took them back to their owners. But the poor dogs were just waiting outside the 7-11 where we saw them, wanting to go in. I figured they probably run away looking for food. So we left, and I sat there and cried in Timeout's parking lot for a good 20 minutes. I can't stand shit like that. It breaks my heart.
And I'm sitting here crying now, because I'm in a "there is so much fucking sadness in the world and there's nothing I can do about it" mood. It'll pass, but there's too many emotions to deal with right now. I will go read Geography/Geology whatever it is I'm taking because there is nothing sad about rocks and land formations.
So my weekend with Carrie was great. We were lucky enough to run into a few friends she hasn't seen in awhile.. my cousin, Mike, and Ryan. So that was cool. We ended up going to Oktoberfest at a winery with Jenn and Teresa, and spent the night walking around with a bottle of wine, smoking cigarettes and talking about things only we can talk about. Then we went to Bahama Breeze, followed by Easy Street where Ryan was. We ended up at IHOP around 2am, and that's when the wine started wearing off and the sadness started to kick in. As Jenn and I dropped her off, we realized we probably wouldn't see each other for awhile. I mean, it had been two years since the last visit. And yes, I can get over my idiotic fears and get on a plane and go to her, but I don't know when that will be. So I went home and cried. Because she's my best friend, and I missed her tons.
On Sunday, I woke up remembering Ryan was crashed out on my couch. I hate that, but I can't say no. I'd rather him not drive an hour home after he's been drinking. So anyway, he left when Dave showed up with two pumpkin-spice coffees. (Sarah, I've been craving that ever since you mentioned it, therefore he got sick of my talking about it). So we watched the Bears game as I recovered and inhaled the smell of autumn, then went out for hot wings. On the way to the bar, we noticed two pup Pit Bulls running across the street. I wanted to go back to see if they were okay, so we did. It was a pretty horrible neighborhood, and some guy nearby yelled at us to just take them because they always hop the fence, their owner never watches them, and they live in filth. The dogs were so goddamned skinny and my heart sank right there. But what could we do? Some kids came over on their bikes and took them back to their owners. But the poor dogs were just waiting outside the 7-11 where we saw them, wanting to go in. I figured they probably run away looking for food. So we left, and I sat there and cried in Timeout's parking lot for a good 20 minutes. I can't stand shit like that. It breaks my heart.
And I'm sitting here crying now, because I'm in a "there is so much fucking sadness in the world and there's nothing I can do about it" mood. It'll pass, but there's too many emotions to deal with right now. I will go read Geography/Geology whatever it is I'm taking because there is nothing sad about rocks and land formations.