When the moon fell in love with the sun...

... all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.



That's easily one of the best lyrics I've heard in a long time. And it got me to rethink the tattoo I'm going to get for my parents. I should be pretty cool. Would it be weird to add that quote? I just... it's awesome. And it's perfect.

Anyway. Hi blog. It's probably like, what, 8am your time? (I speak future-time, you see. Maybe you're not the only one that can fuck with the space-time continuum. Remember that?)

My cats have been fucking hyper annoying lately. I literally almost threw the white one across the room the other day. I don't know what the issue is, but it's getting old. Fast.

So, there seems to be a lot of drama in my circle of friends. I'm going to start with not my problems but things I think are hilarious anyway.

It seems a former roommate of mine has moved back in with his parents. Why? Because his old roommate had 7 people living in their apartment. Seven. No kidding. Her, her youngest daughters (who, at the beginning, we're supposed to be living with their dad half the time), her oldest daughter and her... husband? I think they're working things out. Oh, and her granddaughter. Yep. All of them. In a two bedroom apartment. I'm not sure how. There is a clear division in the ranks. My current roommate is not on speaking terms with him. I think they're all batshit crazy and I'm going to sit in my house and pretend it's not happening because fuck those guys.

Oh. The best part is when Robbie said this. Her "friend" is Brett. The latter part is about Christian. "I hope my friend gets the help they really need and stop taking advice from someone who has no life and no ambition to get one."

I will respond to that with a quote of my own. "If irony were water, this apartment would be Lake Michigan right now." - Marten Reed

Anyway. I want to tell you a new story, blog, and I want you to tell me how you would feel.

Ahem. It's a little after ten at night. Your friend has just gotten off work. Bored, you text your friend and say "Hey. What's up?" Mere minutes later your friend responds. "Not much. Mind if I head over soon?" "Sure" you respond, excited to finally be doing SOMETHING today. A half hour later and your friend isn't here yet. Is something wrong? So you text, to make sure. "Hey, you good?" Your friend responds "Sorry. Been running around trying to get stuff ready. We're playing beer pong tonight* Sorry to be a dick and cancel last minute. You're welcome to come over!"

*The game was canceled the night prior and involved your friend and some coworkers.

Now tell me, blog, is this something you might be a little irritated at? Perhaps a little hurt as well. The fact that it took a half hour to find something better to do. Now, I admit, at least you got a text back, blog. It's better than not hearing anything at all. However, if I were you, blog, I would be irritated. A lesser man might find himself downright angry at all of this. Let's thank the powers that I, and you, are not lesser men. In fact, we're not men at all. Joke's on them.

But seriously I was fucking pissed.

And then crap for brains over here. Look, dude, I know that you're unsure of stuff. I know that you're 21 years old and you're not sure if you want to be with your boyfriend and you're definitely not sure if you want to move forever away so you can live with him. I get it. It's stressful. Relationships are like that. But... seriously? First of all, you're getting upset over petty shit. So what if he doesn't like soccer and doesn't want to learn? He doesn't ridicule you, doesn't complain about you watching it and playing it. Then so what? Fucking live with it.

And, it's funny, cos he had "such a bad feeling. something is going to go wrong." about tonight. And I just got a text saying "best night ever!!!"

I like helping people. I'm loyal to a fault. But seriously. Time to fly on your own, little birdie. Or I'ma push you out. And goddamnit quit texting me I haven't answered in three hours argh.

Anyway. Other than that, shit's alright. Work is utter hell lately, but we're doin'. Lots of fun to be had with the clique. (What? There are people I trust and like, and there are people I want to go away. The clique is the former.) I'm trying to stay on track with school. Trying to pay this semester. Trying to figure out why Greek Philosophy isn't offered in the fall oh god what am I supposed to do kdfrsdf.

Trivia is soon. I'm excited to have a weekend off. Maybe spend it with my most favorite people? Eh? EH?

Eh. I have a district meeting in the morning. Blog, does it hurt your GPA to withdraw from a class? There's no way I'm going to pass comm. No way. Seriously. I missed the midterm.

Also, today I was reminded of a note I wrote two years ago. It was a bunch of random facts about me. It's good to know that I'm still pretty much the same. Maybe I should make my next blog post like that? Not like it matters, blog. You know more about me than most anyone. I am le open book. Yes, le open book.

Yep. I should sleep.

I'm not tired. I want to write.

GODDAMNIT VINYL SLEEP.

EEP.

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