Apr 06, 2009 23:10
Alex called me in the middle of the day to tell me that he had decided to come to New Orleans tonight. Naturally I was all excited and went out of my way to get my studying taken care of early, I cleaned the shit out of my room, got my hair cut, dyed it, and had Sara and Sam clear their schedule for the evening so they could meet him. Where is Alex? Who the fuck knows. His phone either died or was turned off in the middle of our text conversation at 8:15. He still hadn't left then despite telling me he would be here by 6:30.
So, I'm fucking pissed and I think I have every right to be. This is by no means the first time that this has happened and its starting to get really fucking old. I drove down to Houma several times over the past week to see him. He's always fucking tired because he works too many hours at Cucos and he uses that as a reason not to come to New Orleans. Yeah, well I'm really fucking busy too yet I managed to find the time to make all the trips down there. I just don't appreciate being stood up like this.
Of course, in the morning he'll have some perfectly legitimate reason that he didn't get to come and I'll feel like an ass for being pissed that he didn't show. It's not going to be that easy this time though.
Fuck, whatever, I'm going to study for my test and hope that I pass out soon so that this stupid fucking night will be over with.
~later