The Freezing Night Is A Harsh Mistress
Maybe all of these entries sound so damned depressing because I only write in here when I have things to say that I don't want specific facebook or myspace friends reading. Just know that my life doesn't really suck all the time.
I hope...
Anyways...
I arrived today, at around 6:30 pm, several minutes late and exhausted. I think I probably spent a good deal of my time waiting for the flight in Tampa sleeping, but I couldn't fall back asleep on the plane. Instead, I read through some of the Iraq Study Group Report and listened to my iPod. I could talk about the creepy guy in Tampa, or the other creepy guy on the plane... but they're really not important, so I'll skip over that part.
I saw the Quinlans, we had the typical, loving reunion, and walked to the car. Now, mind you, it was fucking freezing outside. Not just cold... fucking freezing. I'm wearing some trench coat, boots that are made more for looks than for actual function, and my sunglasses at night. Actually, that's a lie. I just wanted to get that reference in. =D. Back to the story, though...
The car ride was fun. Outside is covered in snow and ice and it's beautiful in every aspect of the word.
Now, for the part where things start to go downhill...
So, apparently, Jimmy (Laura's boyfriend) is having a get-together at his house... which is... entirely fine and dandy and exciting and stuff. Sort of. I find out that Varun is there, I sort of flip my shit mentally. We get there and none of the guys besides Ayan even speak to me. This includes... Varun, Dhru, Arrian, and Sanjay. I don't really know Sanjay, though, so that doesn't exactly count. Still, though, I haven't seen Varun for like, a year and a half and he didn't even fucking speak to me.
In addition, turns out that Wayne is flying in the day before I leave. That's awesome for Bailey, but it sort of messes up my last day. I mean, I've only got a week as-is... so it's sort of bullshit that I don't even get to appreciate it to it's fullest extent.
Oh! Also, Olive supposedly really wants to hang out. Which, at this point in time, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about. I mean, duh, I want to see him. I have to see him. I have to face him. Still, though, that doesn't make the task any easier.
I don't know. It's amazing to be back in this house. It's just... home. It smells like home, feels like home, sounds like home. I guess that the time that I had with a drama-free home, though, has elapsed.
Let's just say... I've got a lot of shit to sort through, not a lot of time to do it in, and not nearly enough emotional energy to carry me through.
I guess all I can do is hope things change. <3
P.S. That was insanely long. I appreciate those of you who read all the way through.
I hope...
Anyways...
I arrived today, at around 6:30 pm, several minutes late and exhausted. I think I probably spent a good deal of my time waiting for the flight in Tampa sleeping, but I couldn't fall back asleep on the plane. Instead, I read through some of the Iraq Study Group Report and listened to my iPod. I could talk about the creepy guy in Tampa, or the other creepy guy on the plane... but they're really not important, so I'll skip over that part.
I saw the Quinlans, we had the typical, loving reunion, and walked to the car. Now, mind you, it was fucking freezing outside. Not just cold... fucking freezing. I'm wearing some trench coat, boots that are made more for looks than for actual function, and my sunglasses at night. Actually, that's a lie. I just wanted to get that reference in. =D. Back to the story, though...
The car ride was fun. Outside is covered in snow and ice and it's beautiful in every aspect of the word.
Now, for the part where things start to go downhill...
So, apparently, Jimmy (Laura's boyfriend) is having a get-together at his house... which is... entirely fine and dandy and exciting and stuff. Sort of. I find out that Varun is there, I sort of flip my shit mentally. We get there and none of the guys besides Ayan even speak to me. This includes... Varun, Dhru, Arrian, and Sanjay. I don't really know Sanjay, though, so that doesn't exactly count. Still, though, I haven't seen Varun for like, a year and a half and he didn't even fucking speak to me.
In addition, turns out that Wayne is flying in the day before I leave. That's awesome for Bailey, but it sort of messes up my last day. I mean, I've only got a week as-is... so it's sort of bullshit that I don't even get to appreciate it to it's fullest extent.
Oh! Also, Olive supposedly really wants to hang out. Which, at this point in time, I'm not entirely sure how I feel about. I mean, duh, I want to see him. I have to see him. I have to face him. Still, though, that doesn't make the task any easier.
I don't know. It's amazing to be back in this house. It's just... home. It smells like home, feels like home, sounds like home. I guess that the time that I had with a drama-free home, though, has elapsed.
Let's just say... I've got a lot of shit to sort through, not a lot of time to do it in, and not nearly enough emotional energy to carry me through.
I guess all I can do is hope things change. <3
P.S. That was insanely long. I appreciate those of you who read all the way through.