Let's Get Some Shoes!! Oh My God Shoes!
Ummm yeah, I'm completely a shoe whore. Most def. But Tracie says it's okay. My vans that I ordered last week came yesterday and I'm completely satisfied, as a matter of fact I'm wearing one pair now. YAY! I really need to stop buying shoes before there's no more floor space in my room [LOL.]
Secondly I am a complete chickenshit. I still have yet to talk to Shonee. I will talk to her this week on pain of death. This can't continue with me like thinking about her all the time and shit, just wondering what could be. I have to know one way or the other how it's gonna go. I'm either gonna be happy about her response or not, but either way it has to happen. Of this I am sure.
Third I was completely disgusted with humanity yesterday when I watched three people [my age no less] walk past an elderly man with a cane who had fallen. I was on the way to the bus stop from school and he was just walking when his cane hit some uneven pavement and took a tumble. These three able bodied people walked by sniggering. What the fuck? That could have been my grandpa or my grandma. I was only a few steps behind them and I saw the whole thing happen so I know they saw it too. They walked by, but I stopped to help him up. He thanked me profusely and called me a beautiful and kind young lady. I felt as tall as the sky folks. It was great. I just hope that if anyone I loved was in that situation, someone like me would stop to help too.
But that situation reminded me of something that happened when I went to Sacramento last weekend. I took Super Shuttle from the airport to Sac State to pick up my stuff there and then I had the guy drop me off in front of my friend’s apartment complex. She had just left for work but her roommate’s mother and sister were in the apartment to let me in. I called and called but no one answered the phone in the house and I couldn't even find the complex because it is grossly complicated to get to and can be accessed though two streets [I was in the right place the whole time and just didn't know it]. So here I am frustrated, on the verge of tears and dragging a 60 pound duffle bag, a 19 inch television, a small duffle and a backpack down the street and out of nowhere these two men pull up in a very nice car and start unloading groceries. After they take their things into another apartment complex [not the one my friend lives in but the one in front of that], they turn to me and ask if I need some help. [Now from their earlier body language and then from the way they talk I know that they're gay. And I can sense that they really want to help and that they're not trying to hurt me in any way. Have you ever just felt that someone is a good person? It was like that.] I give them the address and they tell me that the main entrance to the complex is one the other side, a good 10 minute walk, [Sacramento has long city blocks] twenty with all my stuff. They can obviously see my distress so they load me and my stuff into their car and they proceed to drive me all the way to the front of my friend’s apartment. Relief doesn't even begin to describe it. Seriously folks. And after they unloaded my stuff from the car and I continued to stammer my thanks, we say our goodbyes and I motion to shake their hands but they both pull me into big hugs saying "It was meant to be" and "It was no problem at all, we are just glad to help." Can you say restored faith in humanity? I literally spent like 10 minutes in the bathroom crying because I was completely overwhelmed by the kindness of complete strangers.
Fourth, I miss my friends. Not that I don't like hanging out with Krystelle and James frequently, I just miss everyone. The bonds, the love. Camille and Billy where the hell have you been? I miss you both so much. Gabby, I miss talkin to ya buddy. Brandon you are so nonexistent and I know it's because you have to work but it doesn't make it suck any less. Paco, it's almost like you never even existed in my life, and that hurts so much. What happened? I guess life happened.
In other news, T.S.A. is still giving me the extreme run around so I'm pursuing alternative employment. Any ideas or suggestions are welcome.
Finally, I'm still the biggest loser I know and I don't think that will ever change. Peace out.
Secondly I am a complete chickenshit. I still have yet to talk to Shonee. I will talk to her this week on pain of death. This can't continue with me like thinking about her all the time and shit, just wondering what could be. I have to know one way or the other how it's gonna go. I'm either gonna be happy about her response or not, but either way it has to happen. Of this I am sure.
Third I was completely disgusted with humanity yesterday when I watched three people [my age no less] walk past an elderly man with a cane who had fallen. I was on the way to the bus stop from school and he was just walking when his cane hit some uneven pavement and took a tumble. These three able bodied people walked by sniggering. What the fuck? That could have been my grandpa or my grandma. I was only a few steps behind them and I saw the whole thing happen so I know they saw it too. They walked by, but I stopped to help him up. He thanked me profusely and called me a beautiful and kind young lady. I felt as tall as the sky folks. It was great. I just hope that if anyone I loved was in that situation, someone like me would stop to help too.
But that situation reminded me of something that happened when I went to Sacramento last weekend. I took Super Shuttle from the airport to Sac State to pick up my stuff there and then I had the guy drop me off in front of my friend’s apartment complex. She had just left for work but her roommate’s mother and sister were in the apartment to let me in. I called and called but no one answered the phone in the house and I couldn't even find the complex because it is grossly complicated to get to and can be accessed though two streets [I was in the right place the whole time and just didn't know it]. So here I am frustrated, on the verge of tears and dragging a 60 pound duffle bag, a 19 inch television, a small duffle and a backpack down the street and out of nowhere these two men pull up in a very nice car and start unloading groceries. After they take their things into another apartment complex [not the one my friend lives in but the one in front of that], they turn to me and ask if I need some help. [Now from their earlier body language and then from the way they talk I know that they're gay. And I can sense that they really want to help and that they're not trying to hurt me in any way. Have you ever just felt that someone is a good person? It was like that.] I give them the address and they tell me that the main entrance to the complex is one the other side, a good 10 minute walk, [Sacramento has long city blocks] twenty with all my stuff. They can obviously see my distress so they load me and my stuff into their car and they proceed to drive me all the way to the front of my friend’s apartment. Relief doesn't even begin to describe it. Seriously folks. And after they unloaded my stuff from the car and I continued to stammer my thanks, we say our goodbyes and I motion to shake their hands but they both pull me into big hugs saying "It was meant to be" and "It was no problem at all, we are just glad to help." Can you say restored faith in humanity? I literally spent like 10 minutes in the bathroom crying because I was completely overwhelmed by the kindness of complete strangers.
Fourth, I miss my friends. Not that I don't like hanging out with Krystelle and James frequently, I just miss everyone. The bonds, the love. Camille and Billy where the hell have you been? I miss you both so much. Gabby, I miss talkin to ya buddy. Brandon you are so nonexistent and I know it's because you have to work but it doesn't make it suck any less. Paco, it's almost like you never even existed in my life, and that hurts so much. What happened? I guess life happened.
In other news, T.S.A. is still giving me the extreme run around so I'm pursuing alternative employment. Any ideas or suggestions are welcome.
Finally, I'm still the biggest loser I know and I don't think that will ever change. Peace out.