wow. that's low.
So I just got stood up. Will Graham, you're an asshole.
He ditched me Friday when we were going to hang out, but he gave me a really good reason for what happened and apologized and agreed to go to something i know he normally wouldn't go to with me. My friend Shereen was playing at an open mic at this indie coffeehouse, and hes usually like...heavy metal.
And so I had my new pretty fancy coat on and a nice shirt and makeup done and etc, and he fucking stood me up.
And at like 3:40 today he was like "it doesn't start till 8 right?" and i told him on Saturday that Lauren had a therapy appointment at 6:15, so we should chill from then til the show, and he said it was cool, and then i reminded him of that and never got a reply.
so Lauren, whom of which is my best friend and I'm over there several times a week, asked her mom if i could go to therapy with them, her mom flipped a bitch about how their counseling is a serious thing even though she blows it off all the time. She basically cast me out into the cold, dark street in shack town leaving me to go wherever...
I walk down her street, and start bawling my eyes out, frustrated...
so I call Tara, who before I even say much is like
"You're coming over here, want me to meet you part way?"
"O-O-Okay. Yeah."
So I go over there, and we stand in her kitchen and she makes me butterfinger hot chocolate and gave me hummus and apple juice and all the weird stuff that I thought only I liked...
and she just made it a lot better.
I had to tell my mom a bunch of lies though, and it really bothered me.
I decided to not tell her I planned to go up there with Will, I told her i was going with Shereen.
That wasn't that big of a deal. I however, felt like a huge ass when I had to make up more lies to cover for him standing me up.
I ended up telling her Shereen got violently sick and her dad took her to urgent care and dropped me off at Tara's and that she wasn't playing the show.
:/
And even though I really know he stood me up, there's still that part of me wondering if hes dead in a ditch somewhere.
UPDATE:
So I heard from him.
I got a text today, Wednesday, going:
"I was movin my homeboy and got a couch dropped on my head and blacked out, sorry."
me: Why'd it take you two days to get back to me? :/
him: I haven't felt good, been in and out.
me: sucks. It left me in a really shitty situation. So you're not dead?
him: Almost, hit me harder and I would be.
It sounds kind of like bullshit, and then again its totally believeable. IDK.
He ditched me Friday when we were going to hang out, but he gave me a really good reason for what happened and apologized and agreed to go to something i know he normally wouldn't go to with me. My friend Shereen was playing at an open mic at this indie coffeehouse, and hes usually like...heavy metal.
And so I had my new pretty fancy coat on and a nice shirt and makeup done and etc, and he fucking stood me up.
And at like 3:40 today he was like "it doesn't start till 8 right?" and i told him on Saturday that Lauren had a therapy appointment at 6:15, so we should chill from then til the show, and he said it was cool, and then i reminded him of that and never got a reply.
so Lauren, whom of which is my best friend and I'm over there several times a week, asked her mom if i could go to therapy with them, her mom flipped a bitch about how their counseling is a serious thing even though she blows it off all the time. She basically cast me out into the cold, dark street in shack town leaving me to go wherever...
I walk down her street, and start bawling my eyes out, frustrated...
so I call Tara, who before I even say much is like
"You're coming over here, want me to meet you part way?"
"O-O-Okay. Yeah."
So I go over there, and we stand in her kitchen and she makes me butterfinger hot chocolate and gave me hummus and apple juice and all the weird stuff that I thought only I liked...
and she just made it a lot better.
I had to tell my mom a bunch of lies though, and it really bothered me.
I decided to not tell her I planned to go up there with Will, I told her i was going with Shereen.
That wasn't that big of a deal. I however, felt like a huge ass when I had to make up more lies to cover for him standing me up.
I ended up telling her Shereen got violently sick and her dad took her to urgent care and dropped me off at Tara's and that she wasn't playing the show.
:/
And even though I really know he stood me up, there's still that part of me wondering if hes dead in a ditch somewhere.
UPDATE:
So I heard from him.
I got a text today, Wednesday, going:
"I was movin my homeboy and got a couch dropped on my head and blacked out, sorry."
me: Why'd it take you two days to get back to me? :/
him: I haven't felt good, been in and out.
me: sucks. It left me in a really shitty situation. So you're not dead?
him: Almost, hit me harder and I would be.
It sounds kind of like bullshit, and then again its totally believeable. IDK.