Hey! The Lions won! They're 6-2! They are 8 games into the season and have already doubled their win total from last year. I told everyone they would be good this year, no one believed me, but I kept the faith and it is paying off. I love the Lions. Also, the Colts are still undefeated....HA! Actually they lost to the true best(actually 2nd best compared to the Lions) the Patriots. On top of all that, when I woke up today I made myself some scrambled eggs and had a big frosty glass of O.J. That may not sound good to anyone else, but I'm a broke ass college student so to me it is like my first meal fresh out of prison. I finally got some more spaghetti sauce after spending 2 weeks with only have plain angel hair noodles. No butter, no salt, no sauce, just plain noodles, it was fucking sick. Well, enough of the pointless things that would only excite me. That was the good, now to the not so good. I've done a good job this passed month of working into convincing myself that I'm over things and up until Saturday I finally believed it. Saturday, I came into realization. I'm not over it at all, I think I'm now back to square one. I don't know what it is. Is it possible to know damn well that things are not going to go back to how they were and things are never going to be fixed, but want it to bad enough to where you still believe it will? Well if it is, I do, and even if it isn't I still do. Now I'm not sobbing, I'm not bitching, I'm not being an emo kid, I'm just saying how I feel. This is a blog, that is what these are for isn't it? Another thing that pissed me off, last night me and Dump got a pizza (I paid for it of course) and we had 3 pieces left that I was saving for after the bar so before when someone asked if they could have a piece, I made it clear I was saving it for later. I get back to the apartments after the bar, fucking pizza is gone. What the fuck? Why are people ssscccchhhtoooopid? If you know me you know I love, love, absolutely love pizza. I literally get offended when my pizza is fucked with, and how much more fucked with can it be than when it is eaten. Needless to say, I was drunk and pissed off. Also, I was confronted by a "victim" of one of my previous posts. In kind of an immature way might I add. We are all celebrating the 21st birthday of a friend, and this guy has to make it akward for people. He was trying to be secretive, he was bad at it. Here is a tip: if you want to be secretive, be quiet, and be away from other people besides the person you are talking to, idiot. Don't go into the middle of a close group of people and stand 2 inches from my face when my friend is a foot away listening, look at me like a drunk idiot and exactly the way I described you which is why you got mad at me in the first place, and make it akward. It is selfish and immature. We were all there to have fun and celebrate a birthday. Act your fucking age. If you want to take me in the other room, discuss it like men, I would be happy to. Hell, maybe it will even help me to gain a little respect for you, maybe. Well I guess you take the good with the bad, overall the weekend was pretty good, definitely one to remember.
"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to."-Jimi Hendrix