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The past few days have been rough, to say the least. Filled with so much oddity and coincidence it was sickening. I just don't understand why uncomfortable situations need to cross. Just when you think your fine...all of these old feelings resurface. Maybe I'm more immature when I thought, because I can't understand why I do some of the things that I do; why almost everything needs to end badly. Go big or go home I guess. It just makes for such awful moments. I don't think I realize what a small world it is. When burning bridges, this can be your biggest mistake. And after its all said and done I feel like I have to tie up loose ends pretty and neat. Find closure in all of my dirty messes. Fuck closure. There's no such thing...
This should have been one of the greatest weekends of the school year, it was HOMECOMING for pete's sake. I can't say that it wasn't memorable, but it wasn't at all what I planned. One of the saddest things is having to wake up at 6:30 to go to work. Work all day in a freezing cold concession stand with a bunch of sorority girls (whom you aren't affiliated with so heaven forbid they treat you like a person) serving drunk college co-eds all day. This stand, mind you, faces the tailgating lot and the student section, so the entire game all you see is a non stop party that you CAN'T be a part of. It feels like the whole world is a part of something amazing and you aren't invited. After this heartbreak there's even more work involved in closing the stands and you're thinking that there's even more work at home waiting for you. At this point its 7pm and the news comes that you're close to walking home. I wanted to cry.
When I finally got home I felt dog tired and almost didn't feel like going out. I'm glad that Christie and I did. I think if our day had ended like that, I would have had a nervous breakdown.
Please, no one speak of their adventures on homecoming weekend, because believe me, I don't want to hear it. If you had an awesome time, keep it to yourself, because it could only make me feel worse. If you had a bad time, keep it to yourself because you will get absolutely no sympathy from me. Let's just forget the whole thing happened...
This should have been one of the greatest weekends of the school year, it was HOMECOMING for pete's sake. I can't say that it wasn't memorable, but it wasn't at all what I planned. One of the saddest things is having to wake up at 6:30 to go to work. Work all day in a freezing cold concession stand with a bunch of sorority girls (whom you aren't affiliated with so heaven forbid they treat you like a person) serving drunk college co-eds all day. This stand, mind you, faces the tailgating lot and the student section, so the entire game all you see is a non stop party that you CAN'T be a part of. It feels like the whole world is a part of something amazing and you aren't invited. After this heartbreak there's even more work involved in closing the stands and you're thinking that there's even more work at home waiting for you. At this point its 7pm and the news comes that you're close to walking home. I wanted to cry.
When I finally got home I felt dog tired and almost didn't feel like going out. I'm glad that Christie and I did. I think if our day had ended like that, I would have had a nervous breakdown.
Please, no one speak of their adventures on homecoming weekend, because believe me, I don't want to hear it. If you had an awesome time, keep it to yourself, because it could only make me feel worse. If you had a bad time, keep it to yourself because you will get absolutely no sympathy from me. Let's just forget the whole thing happened...