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So last weekend was one of the worst ever, friday night left me alone in my room wondering how many friends i actually have, and how many are just acquaintances. I was desperately looking for something to do to get my mind off of rachel and everything else that is going wrong right now, but couldn't find anything, so that night i literally cried myself to sleep for the first time since i was an infant. It sucked really badly to say the least.
So saturday i really needed to talk to rachel just to tell my best friend what was going on. She told me that i could call her anytime if i needed to, so i did, three times, and left voice messages saying that i needed to talk to her. She didn't answer, nor did she call me back. So i was both really upset and pissed off at the same time. So i went about my day really depressed, and did what i had to do that day. Saturday during the day was a good DAY. I went to my aunts house and made ravioli from scratch like we do every year in preparation for thanksgiving, then i kept a promise to my brother and took him to the new harry potter movie. So that was a pretty good day, and i was feeling great.
Then saturday night came around. I wasn't planning on going to the dance, but decided i should to help me get my mind off everything, because i didn't want a repeat of friday night. So i went and drove my roomate and some of his drunk friends. It started off like a pretty good night, i talked to some of my friends, and then thing got ugly really fast.
Branden was way too drunk, it was to the point that he was a danger to himself and others. Three security guards started following him around, he almost fell over and took three people with him, so at that point the guards grabbed him, and pulled him aside, the other frat brothers were like oh shit what do we do, i said i'll take care of it, (big mistake) i go over there and talk to the guards and get them to let him go, so b and i go and sit down for a little bit, this is of course after he wants to fight a guy, and almost fought me for taking the rest of his jim beam away. And we sit down, he starts looking really bad, so i make the call to get him out of there. Me, stivers, and i think cheese get him out to my car, with mike knox helping. and we start heading home. about halfway home he starts emptying his stomach in the backseats of my car. YESSSS! It was the nastiest foulest smelling anything i have ever smelled or seen. And it was all over my car. So i was pissed. I get branden inside and the elevator gets there, and he gets in, but misses, and hits his head on the wall and starts falling to the floor. I try to grab him, but anyone that knows tex knows that thats not happening. So instead i just catch his head and make sure that he doesn't hit that again. So I finally get him up to the room, and he passes out on his back three times, so i need to go back in there and wake his ass up and roll him over. Then after he is done for the night, i lay in bed alone again, and think about all of the shit that has gone wrong this semester again. I don't mean to think about it, i try to just listen to music, and sleep, but i can't and it keeps sneaking itself into my mind. so saturday sucked too.
Then today, good ole monday. Packers lost to the vikings, 20-17, and my parents are arguing about the holidays and who is staying where and when notice the packers come first. enough said.
Its times like these that i can't help but wonder why God had decided to hit me with all of these things at once. Why does he make it so when it rains it pours, and why the hell can't he give me just one good night, or good weekend or one good break from everything, just so i can recharge my batteries, and get back in the game. WHY?!?!?! So now i'm left to ponder this question along with everything else.
So saturday i really needed to talk to rachel just to tell my best friend what was going on. She told me that i could call her anytime if i needed to, so i did, three times, and left voice messages saying that i needed to talk to her. She didn't answer, nor did she call me back. So i was both really upset and pissed off at the same time. So i went about my day really depressed, and did what i had to do that day. Saturday during the day was a good DAY. I went to my aunts house and made ravioli from scratch like we do every year in preparation for thanksgiving, then i kept a promise to my brother and took him to the new harry potter movie. So that was a pretty good day, and i was feeling great.
Then saturday night came around. I wasn't planning on going to the dance, but decided i should to help me get my mind off everything, because i didn't want a repeat of friday night. So i went and drove my roomate and some of his drunk friends. It started off like a pretty good night, i talked to some of my friends, and then thing got ugly really fast.
Branden was way too drunk, it was to the point that he was a danger to himself and others. Three security guards started following him around, he almost fell over and took three people with him, so at that point the guards grabbed him, and pulled him aside, the other frat brothers were like oh shit what do we do, i said i'll take care of it, (big mistake) i go over there and talk to the guards and get them to let him go, so b and i go and sit down for a little bit, this is of course after he wants to fight a guy, and almost fought me for taking the rest of his jim beam away. And we sit down, he starts looking really bad, so i make the call to get him out of there. Me, stivers, and i think cheese get him out to my car, with mike knox helping. and we start heading home. about halfway home he starts emptying his stomach in the backseats of my car. YESSSS! It was the nastiest foulest smelling anything i have ever smelled or seen. And it was all over my car. So i was pissed. I get branden inside and the elevator gets there, and he gets in, but misses, and hits his head on the wall and starts falling to the floor. I try to grab him, but anyone that knows tex knows that thats not happening. So instead i just catch his head and make sure that he doesn't hit that again. So I finally get him up to the room, and he passes out on his back three times, so i need to go back in there and wake his ass up and roll him over. Then after he is done for the night, i lay in bed alone again, and think about all of the shit that has gone wrong this semester again. I don't mean to think about it, i try to just listen to music, and sleep, but i can't and it keeps sneaking itself into my mind. so saturday sucked too.
Then today, good ole monday. Packers lost to the vikings, 20-17, and my parents are arguing about the holidays and who is staying where and when notice the packers come first. enough said.
Its times like these that i can't help but wonder why God had decided to hit me with all of these things at once. Why does he make it so when it rains it pours, and why the hell can't he give me just one good night, or good weekend or one good break from everything, just so i can recharge my batteries, and get back in the game. WHY?!?!?! So now i'm left to ponder this question along with everything else.