Believe Me, I Surprise Myself A Lot Too
Man, you guys all fail at being college students when I need you to. Why am I always the only one online at 3 45 in the morning? :P
Anyway, some crazy shit just went down in my head, but in a really good way. If you want the whole story, IM me or something, I decided I'm tired and don't want to type it up.
Basically, work was a bitch, and I was just like, "I need a goddamn drink right now." So I told Cory to get me some booze. He didn't. I went down to CP. Before I could get to a frat party, some friends of mine thought it was gonna get busted, so they left. So, we went to another one. They ran out of beer literally five minutes after we got there. But even so, I had a pretty great time. And on the way home, I put on some Elton John because I was looking for some mellow music for the drive home. And then Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters came on, and my life at present clicked into place.
I've been acting like the biggest bitch for two months now. I mean, I acknowledge that my relationship with Amanda was pretty great, but so what? It turns out a girl that I liked wasn't right for me. Why should I care? In the grand scheme of things, what the fuck does that even matter? This has been in the back of my head for the longest time, and tonight it finally came to the forefront. Like, even the big stuff in my life. My Dad let something slip earlier this month about money being tight, in reference to my schooling. If that's the case, I take a semester off and work to make some money. My teacher told me otherwise, but I was afraid of failing this english course. So what? If I did, I take it again. The important thing in life is to pick your battles, and in the ones that matter, never give up, come hell or high water.
And the main point I realized is that I've been taking my friends for granted. I'm surrounded by some of the best people I've ever met, and even when I'm being a huge whiny bitch and ignoring them except when I want to bitch about my problems, they're right by my side, wishing me the best. And I haven't seen how valuable that is until tonight. And I mean, look at how things are with Amanda. Amidst me being a whiny bitch, I found the time to yell at her time and time again. And still, she's not against the idea of us being friends! So why the fuck am I so concerned that our relationship didn't work out? She's a great girl, and I should be so lucky to have her as a friend. So why am I so concerned about a relationship? In short, I don't know. But now, I don't give a damn.
tl;dr I'm finally getting over Amanda, and I'm actually happy when I think about the future.
and I thank the Lord for the people I have found...
Anyway, some crazy shit just went down in my head, but in a really good way. If you want the whole story, IM me or something, I decided I'm tired and don't want to type it up.
Basically, work was a bitch, and I was just like, "I need a goddamn drink right now." So I told Cory to get me some booze. He didn't. I went down to CP. Before I could get to a frat party, some friends of mine thought it was gonna get busted, so they left. So, we went to another one. They ran out of beer literally five minutes after we got there. But even so, I had a pretty great time. And on the way home, I put on some Elton John because I was looking for some mellow music for the drive home. And then Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters came on, and my life at present clicked into place.
I've been acting like the biggest bitch for two months now. I mean, I acknowledge that my relationship with Amanda was pretty great, but so what? It turns out a girl that I liked wasn't right for me. Why should I care? In the grand scheme of things, what the fuck does that even matter? This has been in the back of my head for the longest time, and tonight it finally came to the forefront. Like, even the big stuff in my life. My Dad let something slip earlier this month about money being tight, in reference to my schooling. If that's the case, I take a semester off and work to make some money. My teacher told me otherwise, but I was afraid of failing this english course. So what? If I did, I take it again. The important thing in life is to pick your battles, and in the ones that matter, never give up, come hell or high water.
And the main point I realized is that I've been taking my friends for granted. I'm surrounded by some of the best people I've ever met, and even when I'm being a huge whiny bitch and ignoring them except when I want to bitch about my problems, they're right by my side, wishing me the best. And I haven't seen how valuable that is until tonight. And I mean, look at how things are with Amanda. Amidst me being a whiny bitch, I found the time to yell at her time and time again. And still, she's not against the idea of us being friends! So why the fuck am I so concerned that our relationship didn't work out? She's a great girl, and I should be so lucky to have her as a friend. So why am I so concerned about a relationship? In short, I don't know. But now, I don't give a damn.
tl;dr I'm finally getting over Amanda, and I'm actually happy when I think about the future.
and I thank the Lord for the people I have found...