So… I saw that a local animal shelter was closing down back a my school, which is a bad thing don’t get me wrong, but I saw someone I used to know posting on the ;save the shelter’ page and just because it was her, I wanted to put up grumpy cat saying no. Is that wrong?
When entering into this idea of a personal blog… I had to sit and ponder what sort of things I would talk about. I tend to be a pretty jovial person. I have a tendency to be goofy, sarcastic, silly, a dancer, a prancer, a loon… I tend to be opinionated. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I had to…
If the Ponds get touched by an Angel and sent to past New York, and die of in the ballpark of early April 1938 [The Angels take Manhattan], how is another version of them, just ten years older, are able to wave at Rory and Amelia in 2020 South Wales [The Hungry Earth]?
What is going on Mr. Moffat? Did you mean to make a paradox, or did Amy wipe out Series 5 of Who on her wedding night when The Doctor stepped into the crack?
Now you want to talk to me? How am I supposed to talk to you? You broke my heart, and you expect me to just respond normally? “How, did I hurt you?” you might ask? For starters, you start making out with a guy you literally just met that night; a friend, might I add that I invited because I felt like being nice, whom that I even told the day before that I liked you. Then there was you flat-out lying to me when I told you that I liked you. It was me that texted you telling you my feelings- I just used her phone to see your response before I did something crazy like asking someone I cared greatly for out. While we are on that note, yes, I was upset at first that you compared me to your sister, but hey, after thinking about your reasoning, I would accept the “family-zoning.” The not talking to me after calling me a great friend that you wouldn’t want to lose- also upsetting. While on friends, when you asked why I wasn’t hanging out with you all, but instead the strangers in the living room, yes I was taking a breather, but my laughing when “Cody” told you that advice that no guy wants to see the girl he likes making out with others, that was the better answer to your initial question. Another thing was you “standing me up” the day after graduation. Granted, yes, you were asleep, but that is not a valid excuse. If someone told me that they were going somewhere early and I knew this was the last chance to see someone for a while, I would have gone to bed early enough to get prepared to see them off.
Yes this response to your inquiry about my summer is off the wall and my dates are not in order, but I am half asleep from my busy schedule of maintaining two jobs. However, I must thank said schedule, it has helped me cope with loss of a friend. I only say ‘loss’ because when somebody says lets keep in contact and then only says “hey” thrice, without giving adequate time to respond before logging out, does not constitute ‘keeping up.’
For this next bit, I must take advice from Johnny Depp, and say this: This time apart, it has led me to realize that as much as I did like you, I feel like my attention was not with you all the time. As time progresses, I found myself liking your best friend more. And yes I know, that she was taken. And I was prepared for that, even before I found myself drawn to her. I half-expected it since anytime I remotely liked someone they were taken, just look at my junior prom: My “date” as it were, was already in a relationship with somebody, whom she spent the evening with. The only reason I was able to get a dance in with her was a mutual friend saw me alone. That point aside, I half knew that if your bestie was to change people, it wouldn’t be to me.
I know this may be mean, but it is part of what my summer has been. The other part has been working endlessly. Bee-tee-dub: did you know that Oreo’s made today are good till March?
but is our friendship over? I mean, you say that “we’re good” but are we? The last time we were physically together [as in the same room, perverts] we were outside the SAC and down each others throats. I don’t know which was the worse of the two extremes: your fiery wrath or the freezing temperatures of the snow falling around us. I am sorry for the situation itself. Yes, I was able to straighten every- …most everything out; had you kept going, I am pretty sure you would have just went ahead and called me Harvey Dent. I wish information didn’t get dropped into the rumor mill and ground up into bullshit that people believe. Yes, I talked about you, and how there was nothing there. Yes I told someone who knew me as well as my sister about my day, and yes she figured it was paining me. But hey, on the brighter side, I am over it! I am over any romantic feelings that were there.
I am trying to be your friend, Miss. Dent, if you’ll have me. So I propose the question to you: Do you, or do you not, still want me in your life, as a friend?
It’s late. I can’t sleep. Received yet another berating that I am useless from my mother. My depression is creeping up. I wish I had “my girls” with me, all three of them: D.P., E.S., and H.B. D to keep my head on straight, not to mention that Latin temper and her occasional outbursts in Spanish were very attractive. E and her obliviousness and never letting anything bring her down always managed to put a smile on my face. H, just you being able to keep up with me and all my bullshit, weathering the storm of anything that may of happened that day- just the feeling that, at the end of the day, someone had my back, knew me and could be there for me, and knowing that it was reciprocated was able to keep me sane.
I know that there is a good possibility that you, the reader, will see this and shrug it off as just another man’s wild ramblings, but you really do see the things that are/were important when they are no longer there.
Anyways, thank you for being a support system, source of fun, and a sister, respectively. You probably don’t realize how much help you actually gave me.