Your Hand in Mine.
Last night was abnormally weird.
I mean, what the fuck?
I was in a terrible mood at work once the pipe BUSTED all over the fucking place, and I single-handedly had to run the place while it was flooding for three hours while we waited on the dude from Lincolnton to drive all the way here to fix it. By the end of the night I was hungry, tired, and just so ready to get home.
Ali called me like three times while I was at work, apparently not realizing that I was at work. With all of the chaos I didn't know he had called, and if I had I couldn't have done anything about it. I didn't get home until around 11, so when I finally called him it was late. We were both late for class this morning, but for completely different reasons. I just didn't sleep last night.
Really, I was going to. I was going to get to sleep asap, but while I was studying Nick sent me an IM, and that always goes the same way. We talked for three hours until I finally said "Hey, I have class in a few hours, I'm going to go."
His life makes me sad. He makes me sad sometimes, too. His family has just completely cut him off because they don't really care anymore. He might have to drop out of school because he just can't afford living in Boston anymore without working a full-time job, but he's too stubborn to move home because... he's stubborn. I don't know.
I'm always scared to talk to him, because I never know what I'm going to feel. It felt nice above anything else to talk to him. I've let go of the old feelings, but the memories will last a lifetime. I feel like he's one of my best friends, a connection to last a lifetime. It feels good to know he might feel the same, or rather- does.
He flatters me. He does. He makes me feel like I'm something special, and I just don't get it. Brian reminded me of him in so many ways, and I think that's why I liked him. It wasn't a romantic thing, just a general compassion.
I don't feel special, I'm just happy with my life and who I am. I don't regret anything, I just wish a few things had been different.
a piece:
zoso476 (12:44:43 AM): Faith
zoso476 (12:44:58 AM): You are perhaps the single
zoso476 (12:45:14 AM): best thing
zoso476 (12:45:21 AM): that will ever mandate
zoso476 (12:45:38 AM): as well as run across my mind
zoso476 (12:46:28 AM): I try to get out there, I'm actually going to South America this winter, but you seem to fulfill a multitude of things
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zoso476 (2:16:04 AM): I haven't talked to you in two months practically; and I feel like I've been sitting next to you for the entire time
Anyway, on an aside; Bonarroo this year is going to kick major. Srsly. Word on the streets, good word too, is that Zeppelin will be headlining. At the least, Robert Plant will be playing.
Oh. Em. Gee.
I'm excited about it. I know, another seven months, but this summer is going to be the best. Bonarroo and Alaska. Everything.
Cannot wait.
I want to visit Lebanon with Ali, but I don't want to be the random pasty foreigner chick that can't speak a lick of Arabic except to say "Hey, how are you?"
Ramble on, I've an exam tomorrow. Goin' to study.
I mean, what the fuck?
I was in a terrible mood at work once the pipe BUSTED all over the fucking place, and I single-handedly had to run the place while it was flooding for three hours while we waited on the dude from Lincolnton to drive all the way here to fix it. By the end of the night I was hungry, tired, and just so ready to get home.
Ali called me like three times while I was at work, apparently not realizing that I was at work. With all of the chaos I didn't know he had called, and if I had I couldn't have done anything about it. I didn't get home until around 11, so when I finally called him it was late. We were both late for class this morning, but for completely different reasons. I just didn't sleep last night.
Really, I was going to. I was going to get to sleep asap, but while I was studying Nick sent me an IM, and that always goes the same way. We talked for three hours until I finally said "Hey, I have class in a few hours, I'm going to go."
His life makes me sad. He makes me sad sometimes, too. His family has just completely cut him off because they don't really care anymore. He might have to drop out of school because he just can't afford living in Boston anymore without working a full-time job, but he's too stubborn to move home because... he's stubborn. I don't know.
I'm always scared to talk to him, because I never know what I'm going to feel. It felt nice above anything else to talk to him. I've let go of the old feelings, but the memories will last a lifetime. I feel like he's one of my best friends, a connection to last a lifetime. It feels good to know he might feel the same, or rather- does.
He flatters me. He does. He makes me feel like I'm something special, and I just don't get it. Brian reminded me of him in so many ways, and I think that's why I liked him. It wasn't a romantic thing, just a general compassion.
I don't feel special, I'm just happy with my life and who I am. I don't regret anything, I just wish a few things had been different.
a piece:
zoso476 (12:44:43 AM): Faith
zoso476 (12:44:58 AM): You are perhaps the single
zoso476 (12:45:14 AM): best thing
zoso476 (12:45:21 AM): that will ever mandate
zoso476 (12:45:38 AM): as well as run across my mind
zoso476 (12:46:28 AM): I try to get out there, I'm actually going to South America this winter, but you seem to fulfill a multitude of things
-
zoso476 (2:16:04 AM): I haven't talked to you in two months practically; and I feel like I've been sitting next to you for the entire time
Anyway, on an aside; Bonarroo this year is going to kick major. Srsly. Word on the streets, good word too, is that Zeppelin will be headlining. At the least, Robert Plant will be playing.
Oh. Em. Gee.
I'm excited about it. I know, another seven months, but this summer is going to be the best. Bonarroo and Alaska. Everything.
Cannot wait.
I want to visit Lebanon with Ali, but I don't want to be the random pasty foreigner chick that can't speak a lick of Arabic except to say "Hey, how are you?"
Ramble on, I've an exam tomorrow. Goin' to study.