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Damn. It would be so easy to just be all down and depressed and frusterated and angry and to just give up... but what good would that serve?
So last night was a total bust. Taylor and I got everything set up and ready to go only to find out at 6:45 that the beach closes at 8:00. What the hell is that? The beach NEVER closes at 8. We had so many people that were gonna' show up. First off, there was like 30 people there, but then we found out that like 40 people couldn't get in because they shut the gates early. Then throughout the rest of the evening my cell phone and Taylor's cell phone was ringing off the hook with people asking what's up and where we're at. I estimate over 100 people that would've been there. It was really disappointing. The worst part of it all was that some people were giving me shit, like "why didn't you call and find out about the beach closing first?" First of all, you cannot do that to me. I know when I've made a mistake and I'll be the first to admit that I've made a mistake, but if you start rubbing it in my face or telling me what I should've or could've done? Damn, dude. That's almost as irritating to me as touching my adam's apple. Trust me, I'm well aware of how it could have been avoided, but the fact of the matter was that it wasn't avoided and it did happen, so just lay off, alright? It was a learning experience, though. Never again will I ever do anything without making sure that every single freaking detail is accounted for. So, yes, Taylor and I made a mistake, but it's not like anyone else was letting us know that the beach closed early so it wasn't some obvious mistake. Nonetheless, it was a mistake and for that I am sorry. For those that were there and those that planned on going, I apologize deeply for how the night went... though you have to admit, the time that you were there was pretty fun, no? Anyway, I'm done. Sorry.
I suppose that's how my life is now. Whenever something awesome is supposed to happen, some event that I'm supposed to remember, at least a few years into the future, the week leading up to it is awful. The week leading up to that spectacular event is just horrible and then the event itself is supposed to make it all worthwhile and BAM! Anticlimactic B.S! Same thing happened the week of my birthday. So when I say that it would be easy to just give up and just be depressed, I mean it. It would be easy to just never try and make something fun happen in my life ever again, after all, the only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. But... that's never been, and never will be my style. I'm gonna' wake up tomorrow morning with a smile on my face whether or not it has reason to be there. Oh, I won't be at school tomorrow because I'm getting surgery done on my thumb. No more band-aids there, dude. Damn, I gotta' finish packing because the doc said I shouldn't do much with the whole stitched up thumb. I better get on it if I hope to finish tonight. Living out of a suit-case until Wednesday... sounds fun.
So last night was a total bust. Taylor and I got everything set up and ready to go only to find out at 6:45 that the beach closes at 8:00. What the hell is that? The beach NEVER closes at 8. We had so many people that were gonna' show up. First off, there was like 30 people there, but then we found out that like 40 people couldn't get in because they shut the gates early. Then throughout the rest of the evening my cell phone and Taylor's cell phone was ringing off the hook with people asking what's up and where we're at. I estimate over 100 people that would've been there. It was really disappointing. The worst part of it all was that some people were giving me shit, like "why didn't you call and find out about the beach closing first?" First of all, you cannot do that to me. I know when I've made a mistake and I'll be the first to admit that I've made a mistake, but if you start rubbing it in my face or telling me what I should've or could've done? Damn, dude. That's almost as irritating to me as touching my adam's apple. Trust me, I'm well aware of how it could have been avoided, but the fact of the matter was that it wasn't avoided and it did happen, so just lay off, alright? It was a learning experience, though. Never again will I ever do anything without making sure that every single freaking detail is accounted for. So, yes, Taylor and I made a mistake, but it's not like anyone else was letting us know that the beach closed early so it wasn't some obvious mistake. Nonetheless, it was a mistake and for that I am sorry. For those that were there and those that planned on going, I apologize deeply for how the night went... though you have to admit, the time that you were there was pretty fun, no? Anyway, I'm done. Sorry.
I suppose that's how my life is now. Whenever something awesome is supposed to happen, some event that I'm supposed to remember, at least a few years into the future, the week leading up to it is awful. The week leading up to that spectacular event is just horrible and then the event itself is supposed to make it all worthwhile and BAM! Anticlimactic B.S! Same thing happened the week of my birthday. So when I say that it would be easy to just give up and just be depressed, I mean it. It would be easy to just never try and make something fun happen in my life ever again, after all, the only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. But... that's never been, and never will be my style. I'm gonna' wake up tomorrow morning with a smile on my face whether or not it has reason to be there. Oh, I won't be at school tomorrow because I'm getting surgery done on my thumb. No more band-aids there, dude. Damn, I gotta' finish packing because the doc said I shouldn't do much with the whole stitched up thumb. I better get on it if I hope to finish tonight. Living out of a suit-case until Wednesday... sounds fun.