I never was good at keeping journals...
I've been looking forward to this weekend for the past week and a half. The weekend when Grandma was out of town in Minnesota, the weekend I'd have the house to myself. How fucking stupid I was.
Alright, Friday night, I figured I'd do something with my cousins since it was the last free day Brandon had before he went back to college. I had them over for bratwurst and took them to laser tag (which royally sucked, that place has to have the worst system in the world). Then on Saturday Steven's over in the morning (this is a recurring theme, mind you) and I have to work. I work for hours and really wasn't in the mood to go somewhere, but Steven and Tim are bothering me and since Steven's over it's not like I'll be able to get any me time anyway. I was kind of in the mood for the arcade, but all Tim does is play on their LAN. I'd be hauling a dead weight. So I lie to Tim and tell him I'm not going, but end up taking Steven. Then I take him home and get the only time to myself I'd have all weekend.
Now I wake up this morning, and lo and behold, STEVEN MESSAGED ME ON AIM. His mom likes to abuse the fact that Grandma has internet, so when a kid needs to get online, she stuffs all her kids in the van and drops them off here. So that means he's over. I'm just beside myself with anger and play asleep for a couple hours, then just go to shower off. I took about an hour, trying to relax.
This weekend didn't live up to expectations, then again, whenever I have high expectations, that means it's shitty. Just like my birthday, just like college, just like when I enter a tournament... disappointment seems to be a big part of my life anymore.
Alright, Friday night, I figured I'd do something with my cousins since it was the last free day Brandon had before he went back to college. I had them over for bratwurst and took them to laser tag (which royally sucked, that place has to have the worst system in the world). Then on Saturday Steven's over in the morning (this is a recurring theme, mind you) and I have to work. I work for hours and really wasn't in the mood to go somewhere, but Steven and Tim are bothering me and since Steven's over it's not like I'll be able to get any me time anyway. I was kind of in the mood for the arcade, but all Tim does is play on their LAN. I'd be hauling a dead weight. So I lie to Tim and tell him I'm not going, but end up taking Steven. Then I take him home and get the only time to myself I'd have all weekend.
Now I wake up this morning, and lo and behold, STEVEN MESSAGED ME ON AIM. His mom likes to abuse the fact that Grandma has internet, so when a kid needs to get online, she stuffs all her kids in the van and drops them off here. So that means he's over. I'm just beside myself with anger and play asleep for a couple hours, then just go to shower off. I took about an hour, trying to relax.
This weekend didn't live up to expectations, then again, whenever I have high expectations, that means it's shitty. Just like my birthday, just like college, just like when I enter a tournament... disappointment seems to be a big part of my life anymore.