I understand that everyone's busy dating and taking care of college and building a career, but some checking up on old friends would be nice.
I feel like that one person whom nobody truly gives a rats ass about. I mean, obviously my family and Mason give a Hell of a damn. But I'm talking about suspected friends. Whenever I make friends, they disappear before my eyes. I try and stay in touch or try and hang out with them, yet every time I'm with them, I get a bad vibe like I'm some virus they don't want to catch but have to hang around anyway.
Fang, if you read my blog posts, I hope you're not getting offended. Honestly, I'm just talking through my menstration. Nevertheless, I would like it if you texted me every once in a while. After all, you DID call me your best friend. Is that title still alive? If it's not, damn... I saw that coming (past experiences)
I guess what I'm trying to say here is... I don't like being the puppy dog. I don't like following people around, waiting for them to notice me or talk to me back. Yet it's always like that. I always start the conversations. I'm tired of doing that... I would like to talk to people, but if they don't even attempt to talk to me, then why bother?
Life lesson, kids.
Alright, now let's get to the football game, huh? What... a crazy... GAME!!!! And the Seahawks actually WON!!!!!! By a FIELD goal!!!! Three points ahead from the other team. Unbelievable. The Seahawks were doing so horribly!!! The Texans defense is outstanding. Or, our offense just sucks. Anyway, that game was a mood swinger. I thought we were going to win, then lose, then win, then tie. In the end, we won. Thanks to the guy who could kick like a boss.
I had a headache afterwards. Not only because the family was screaming their heads off, but I had the worst sleep! I hoped and prayed I would get good sleep before having to wake up at 6 AM.
Nope.
My period exploded. I woke up at 4 AM to change my pad because my hoo-ha was flowing like a goddamn faucet. Once cleaning everything up, I hit the hay. I then woke up at 6 AM to toss and turn when I noticed Mason (who was Skyping me through the night - we like to sleep together while Skyping) was gone off of the screen. I texted him and texted him; no reply. I began to panic. Where was he? Finally, he came back and I constantly kept asking him where he went. He didn't answer until I asked it the third time. He told me he took a shower. Then he asked me what I was doing. Clearly, I wasn't in the mood for stupid questions. All throughout the night, I had horrendous sleep. Nothing solid. I said to him I was trying to sleep. He wondered if we should call it quits for Skype. I said Yes and we hung up.
However, I didn't get any rest. I stayed in bed, tried to fall asleep...
Nope.
I got up at 8:30 to help the parents clean the house for the Seahawks game party.
By the way, did any of you know Praying Mantises live in North Carolina? Me neither! But Mason took a photo of one:
No comments:
Post a Comment