Le weekend...
Ah, yes life has shaped up. I can tell... because even when I have a terrible, no good, awful, very bad day, I always seem go to bed happy, and wake up with a smile on my face.
...and this is just one example:
Friday, I had an awful day. The leading cause was mostly the remains of my "love life", but also news of my grandfather's house. I've been doing so well lately, that neither of these disturbances are any new issue. However, until they're both done and over with, I just assume I'll probably be a little uneasy. Both the house, and the particular relationship in question have helped shape my personality and I'm afraid to let go of either. But... they've been slowly deteriorating for months now. I feel the pressure of both house and relationship collapsing at the same time, leaving me in shambles. And in the case of my heart, I feel like initiating a collapse will be important for rebuilding a solid structure capable of withstanding any damage. I will always have the have wonderful memories though.
Anyway, long story short, Friday was miserable. I called my best friend, and she tried her best to comfort me, which I appreciate. Around midnight, I was about to go to bed crying - WRONG. My roommate must have sensed my bad day, because before I shed a single tear, she came back from a party (drunk as fuck) with several hot boys and beer! Holy crap, it was a miracle! I ended up having a wonderful night, which didn't end until 6:30 in the morning. I also met a lovely boy who stayed the night with me. He must have sensed I was sad too because he did a great job making me laugh! Those of us who were still awake sang Joni Mitchell, and Neil Young in the wee hours of the morning, and I was able to forget about disappearing from a relationship and losing my grandfather's house. (Good music sometimes does that... er... maybe it was the beer... but either way I had a great night)
The rest of the weekend was upbeat, and I'm surprisingly at peace with some of my decisions. The moral of this story: Cheap Beer, good music, and Cute Boys make everything better.
...and this is just one example:
Friday, I had an awful day. The leading cause was mostly the remains of my "love life", but also news of my grandfather's house. I've been doing so well lately, that neither of these disturbances are any new issue. However, until they're both done and over with, I just assume I'll probably be a little uneasy. Both the house, and the particular relationship in question have helped shape my personality and I'm afraid to let go of either. But... they've been slowly deteriorating for months now. I feel the pressure of both house and relationship collapsing at the same time, leaving me in shambles. And in the case of my heart, I feel like initiating a collapse will be important for rebuilding a solid structure capable of withstanding any damage. I will always have the have wonderful memories though.
Anyway, long story short, Friday was miserable. I called my best friend, and she tried her best to comfort me, which I appreciate. Around midnight, I was about to go to bed crying - WRONG. My roommate must have sensed my bad day, because before I shed a single tear, she came back from a party (drunk as fuck) with several hot boys and beer! Holy crap, it was a miracle! I ended up having a wonderful night, which didn't end until 6:30 in the morning. I also met a lovely boy who stayed the night with me. He must have sensed I was sad too because he did a great job making me laugh! Those of us who were still awake sang Joni Mitchell, and Neil Young in the wee hours of the morning, and I was able to forget about disappearing from a relationship and losing my grandfather's house. (Good music sometimes does that... er... maybe it was the beer... but either way I had a great night)
The rest of the weekend was upbeat, and I'm surprisingly at peace with some of my decisions. The moral of this story: Cheap Beer, good music, and Cute Boys make everything better.