We were such a good thing.
Trudging home through the cold last night I ignored the snow which frosted my face and hair. Paying no mind to the fact that my only chance of getting a ride home had promptly up and left, by the time I arrived home my aggravation had been replaced by the relief of having my very own warm bed to sleep in. On the bright side, last night the lovely trio of Lauren, Cat, and Alexis paid a visit to Brandon's homestead, three girls whom I haven't seen in person for quite some time. Slightly inebriated, Lauren and I must have hugged about a million times or so before a sudden call by her father meant the three unfortunately had to depart for the night. Just after they left, as the assemblage of friends conversed of interesting topics such as abortion and cell stem research, suddenly Brandon's father showed up at the house, which of course alarmed each and every one of us, considering the first thing he said the moment he came into the room was that he was going to kill all of us if we decided to leave, supposedly having said that because the weather outside was horridly cold and snowy, which caused great risk to any driver, inebriated or not. Speaking as respectfully as we could, eventually he left. Soon after, a few patrons of Brandon's homestead took it upon themselves to call a taxi to escort them to a nearby Mexican restaurant, however the highlight of that situation was apparently when the three upstanding blue-chippers offered the old cab driver a hit from a bowl of weed, that which he happily accepted along with the fare. While they were gone, rather abruptly both my comrade and Paul had both decided to depart without much of a farewell, leaving only myself and Brandon in the house, although later on my comrade informed me that his leaving was due to an emergency involving his girlfriend, so I understood. As I sat in a chair in the middle of the kitchen, fuming, the dim glow of mechanized light illuminated the area around me, all silent except for the distant snore from the slumbering Brandon just in the next room. Eventually, the trio who had set off on their journey to the Mexican restaurant had returned to tell their tale, equally surprised by the absence of both my comrade and Paul. One of the three having decided to find a spot to sleep, three of us conversed in the kitchen while the two randomly found a mop and started cleaning the kitchen floor while blazed off weed. Eventually everyone except me had laid down to sleep for the night, and as I stood and watched over them for a few moments longer, I made the decision to walk home, stealthily sneaking out of the back door and meandering down the snowy street.
Awakening with a considerably bad headache, as I went about my day doing household chores in my ridiculously comfortable and stylish flannel pants and a fitting tee shirt, a rapping at my front door caused my mind to go momentarily blank, having forgotten anyone was supposed to stop by. Scratching the nape of my neck in a bewildered manner, it took only a few moments to realize that Nikki had wanted to show up to exchange gifts we'd given one another during the time we had gone out. Inwardly i'd been dreading the exchange simply because it would mean seeing each other once more, that which I wasn't so sure I was ready for. Unfortunately, regardless of my beliefs on holding on to some degree of affection for those you once convinced yourself you loved, maintaining a normal relationship with ex's is just something i've never done well. My friendship with Rachael has thus far prevailed, which is rather intriguing considering everything her and I have gone through. As I gathered up what Nikki had wanted returned, I just took in a deep breath and opened the door. It took all but three seconds, neither of us so much as making eye-contact as we exchanged what it was we wanted, we hadn't even managed to greet one another before she turned and left, that which had been the sole reason for us seeing each other once more has now been finished, so i'm not quite sure what else to expect at this point. All I can really say on my behalf of the situation is hopefully she finds what it takes to make her happy. Anyhow, enough of the sentimentality.
Regarding love, I no longer have the expectations I once proudly spoke of. If, in fact, it should so happen that love weaves it's way back into my life, then so be it. If not, well.. at the very least, I tried, which is really all anyone can do. I once had the utmost passion for love and the like, an idealist for romanticism and just someone who thought the world of love, but unfortunately, i've come to the realization that my misplaced ambition is what's brought me to this rut. Since it's seeming as if i'm not quite ready to get back in the swing of things regarding school, my plan is to work for a little while before I enlist in the Naval reserve. From there, i'll decide the agenda for my schooling and eventually pursue what I feel is best for a career. Fortunately, recently i've had a very good friend, Melanie, offer her much appreciated advice, although she'll be gone to wherever she attends college after this year. We had actually made plans to meet up and mingle in the city, however on short notice she seemed to be booked, unfortunately. As of right now, the flannel slacks i'm wearing feel ridiculously comfortable, and look awful snazzy along with my gray hoody. I've still been partial to dress socks, and looking back I just know I love how my train of thought went from love and passion to my pajama wear.
Earlier myself, my comrade, and Paul all traversed to the nearby Springhill mall, which seemed very nostalgic to the days where my comrade and I spent days at a time loitering in the mall along with our longtime transient friend, Rich. Most memorably, when we were without a car and trudged all the way from the mall to our friend Danny's homestead, then back to the mall the next morning. As the three of us meandered through the congested mall, Paul occasionally stopped by a few stores to seek out gifts. Just as we were walking, an Indian woman managed to snare the three of us and single one of us out to try and persuade us to purchase a tiny gift bag with a set of fixings for giving a manicure. On the bright side, she managed to clean one of Paul's nails and make it slightly prettier than the others. Ordinarily, my comrade and I love toying with employees of the mall, making up stories and putting the acting skills to use. I think the most fun we had was when we all went into a jewelry store and convinced them that Rich was getting married. Alas, that concluded our shenanigans at the mall.
Recently I dreamt I was drinking with Ben Stiller and he was angry that I wasn't drinking more. Um..
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.
Awakening with a considerably bad headache, as I went about my day doing household chores in my ridiculously comfortable and stylish flannel pants and a fitting tee shirt, a rapping at my front door caused my mind to go momentarily blank, having forgotten anyone was supposed to stop by. Scratching the nape of my neck in a bewildered manner, it took only a few moments to realize that Nikki had wanted to show up to exchange gifts we'd given one another during the time we had gone out. Inwardly i'd been dreading the exchange simply because it would mean seeing each other once more, that which I wasn't so sure I was ready for. Unfortunately, regardless of my beliefs on holding on to some degree of affection for those you once convinced yourself you loved, maintaining a normal relationship with ex's is just something i've never done well. My friendship with Rachael has thus far prevailed, which is rather intriguing considering everything her and I have gone through. As I gathered up what Nikki had wanted returned, I just took in a deep breath and opened the door. It took all but three seconds, neither of us so much as making eye-contact as we exchanged what it was we wanted, we hadn't even managed to greet one another before she turned and left, that which had been the sole reason for us seeing each other once more has now been finished, so i'm not quite sure what else to expect at this point. All I can really say on my behalf of the situation is hopefully she finds what it takes to make her happy. Anyhow, enough of the sentimentality.
Regarding love, I no longer have the expectations I once proudly spoke of. If, in fact, it should so happen that love weaves it's way back into my life, then so be it. If not, well.. at the very least, I tried, which is really all anyone can do. I once had the utmost passion for love and the like, an idealist for romanticism and just someone who thought the world of love, but unfortunately, i've come to the realization that my misplaced ambition is what's brought me to this rut. Since it's seeming as if i'm not quite ready to get back in the swing of things regarding school, my plan is to work for a little while before I enlist in the Naval reserve. From there, i'll decide the agenda for my schooling and eventually pursue what I feel is best for a career. Fortunately, recently i've had a very good friend, Melanie, offer her much appreciated advice, although she'll be gone to wherever she attends college after this year. We had actually made plans to meet up and mingle in the city, however on short notice she seemed to be booked, unfortunately. As of right now, the flannel slacks i'm wearing feel ridiculously comfortable, and look awful snazzy along with my gray hoody. I've still been partial to dress socks, and looking back I just know I love how my train of thought went from love and passion to my pajama wear.
Earlier myself, my comrade, and Paul all traversed to the nearby Springhill mall, which seemed very nostalgic to the days where my comrade and I spent days at a time loitering in the mall along with our longtime transient friend, Rich. Most memorably, when we were without a car and trudged all the way from the mall to our friend Danny's homestead, then back to the mall the next morning. As the three of us meandered through the congested mall, Paul occasionally stopped by a few stores to seek out gifts. Just as we were walking, an Indian woman managed to snare the three of us and single one of us out to try and persuade us to purchase a tiny gift bag with a set of fixings for giving a manicure. On the bright side, she managed to clean one of Paul's nails and make it slightly prettier than the others. Ordinarily, my comrade and I love toying with employees of the mall, making up stories and putting the acting skills to use. I think the most fun we had was when we all went into a jewelry store and convinced them that Rich was getting married. Alas, that concluded our shenanigans at the mall.
Recently I dreamt I was drinking with Ben Stiller and he was angry that I wasn't drinking more. Um..
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.