sunrise, sunset

some weeks drag on in almost precise repatition. it draws on leaving you tired and begging for it to end so as you might be able to salvage your last drop of excitement during the weekend.

then there are the weeks that are thrown in your life in no strategic order. where everyday is random and spontaneous and it whirls by with ups and downs. the days run together then and it feels like everything you crammed into that short 7 days should have taken a month to fit in. -i had one of those weeks.

ever since last friday its been one surprise after another. monday steve called, twice while i was in class, then at 3:30 we talked for about 15 mintues, then again at 4:30, another 15 minutes of conversation. i never thought he would actually use my number. lord knows i wasnt brave enough to ever use his. tuesday was the funeral...that was one of the hardest things i have ever had to do since my grandpa's passing in october. they had a slideshow of pictures of him while everyone was finding a place to sit at the funeral. that sent tears, as well as everything else. like when the preacher was talking he built brad (the man that died) up to be some awesome person, who accomplished so much in only 42 years. he went on and on about how he was a loving family man and loved helping people out and thats all he lived for. -LIES! dont get me wrong, hes gone, and its upsetting. but if you knew the man you would say the same. i grew up with him! i saw him get drunk everyday and yell and beat his wife! i saw him treat his step son and daughter like shit! yes, he was a good person when he wasnt drunk or fucked up on some drug, but once he was that was it. hes gone now, and poor lacey (his daughter) didnt even get a chance to build a good relationship with him. i wish he could have been a better man while he was here...for his family at least. ----i ended up getting stoned after the funeral...i really was looking to think that night.

thursday night (last night) i stayed in town and went to the bar...at about 11:30 me and scott got kicked out, -he let me take a drink of his beer and the bartender saw i suppose- after we got kicked out all of our friends left the bar and we went and partied at jessies. stacy was having a bad night so i took her home and went with scott to his friend mikes house and we sat around and drank untill about 3:30 am. then i carefully drove back to stacy's to crash, which wasnt a huge success because her damn cat kept laying on my head. err. so i only got about 3 hours of sleep before i got to grace school with my wonderful (exhausted, scroungy) presence. blah. i really want to take a shower right now. so im running off 3 hours of sleep and i get to work tonight! fun! im going to be dragging so much ass...5-10...thats not too bad, oh yeah i forgot i still have to take kristen home..damn her for living out of town.

side note-friends should not talk about other friends sex lives with random people, especially when the friend whose sex life your talking about happens to be giving you rides home every night, regardless of previous plans, listening to your problems, trying to cheer you up, and pretty much putting you before all other friends...not a fair trade.