HaPpy bEinG WrONG

It's nice to know that you were more thatn welcome to go somewhere and have a good time, but it also sucks that people don't have your phone number and can't invite you. I was a little pissed, no not pissed just adjecitve, when I found out hence the posting of the phone number. And I guess for further contact info Gitarfreak07 is the sn. A stupid name perhaps, but it was a long time ago and it's just a name. Yesterday which I thought might be a craptastic day ended up being surprisingly good. I mean sundays in Granger generally suck a lot anyway because everything closes so damn early. I guess suburia hell is too holy to stay away past nine. If you can't tell I have a lot of contempt for this town lately. Anyway, Whit wants to do something and she gives me Ian and Dan's numbers. She didn't even say anything she just asked me if i wanted to do something and then gave me their numbers and got off the phone. I didn't know that was the thing to do after inviting someone somewhere we didn't even discuss. So she came over and I called. Ian was home and doesn't know where I live and Dan wasn't home but does know where I live even though I'm sure that's completely irrelevant but a fact nonetheless. So we went to Ian's and didn't go putt putt but to pizza king instead. Dan was working to no one's surprise. I don't remember him mentioning it the day I came to see him but, eh. So Whit got bread sticks and I got a coke and Ian got the sheapest thing on the menu. No, not extra toppings, the Garlic toast. It looked... not good really, but i had a breadstick and whitney had big hips. Then Dan talked to us for a minute or two and Ian paid for our food. Pizza King does not take American Express, commie bastards. Low Bob's was closed, no cigarettes for ian and until i saw the building I forgot to mention that Bella Vita's is completely closed on sundays... to the Dairy Queen! And I got a hot fudge sunday and extra hot fudge costs 10 cents. Who'd a thunk? I said hi to Court and Lauren who just stayed in the back... it hit me later as to why. We went outside and ate our ice cream in peace. It was a nice little stay. So with nothing left to do, we went to Dan's house to wait for him to get off work at 8:00 8:15 at the latest. I met Sgt. Foxtrot and watch him rise to great heights, literally. And had him fly at me once too. That crazy orange spider only gets crazier when not a professional is in control aka Ian. Whit had to leave and eat dinner so I hung out there with Ian and Suzie. We waited until about 8:30 with no dan. So Lafree came over and she drove us over to the pizza king to see what the hell was keeping dan. This was the first time that I have ever driven in a convertible. Yes ladies and gents I was a convertible virgin and am not one anymore. The ones responsible for this or i guess the person is Kristi Lafree. But not to be forgotten as to those who were also present, Suzie Stevenson and Ian Dill. Couldn't have done it without you! I felt like a complete bum after being dropped off once again in another location. I was just pawned off from one ride to the next that night. But dan, yea he wasn't there. I have no idea how we lost him so, whit called as we arrived. She said she would come and get us. They chain the barstools at night outside because someone will steal them? In granger? oh well, I just sat in a very uncomfortable position and stuck with it. That was until we realized that the chairs didn't get chained. After deciding that whether we walked back to ians house or my house it would be the same distance whitney showed up and we headed to dan's house. When we got to his house and found once more a missing stevenson, he called her cell phone and had gone to michigan thinking that me and ian had gone with suz and lafree to T-bell. So we went to Michigan and Dan called back John Cotton. He was drinking and ahoy we were off to the casa del cotton. Exreme Spanish!!! Whiitney no supo donde Cotton vivió a fueron forzados a seguir dan. Ella pasó algún coche en una no zona pasajera y nosotros fuimos a parar en la casa de Dan para su guitarra. Etonces dejamos realmente para Cotton's y él vive en algún lugar en knollwood. Casa agradable. Había alguna chica "bebida" realmente molesta que finalmente dejó. Entonces Jen y John empezaron a mirar se Casó Apenas. Fui al cuarto de baño y cuando regresé nosotros dejamos. Un busto. Ian went with Whitney and I went with Dan and I don't know what happend to them but me and Dan ended up at Steak n' Shake even though we made a good effort to try somewhere else. But honestly nothing else was there. Denny's no. Nick's reasons no. Steak n' Shake only good times come out of that place. Why not? So we arrive there at the usual time about 11:30 and we stayed until anout 3:00. It was good conversation which is highly overlooked these days. More people need to understand how to properly have a conversation. Some simple ground rules: 1. nothing is taboo to discuss, nothing. 2. it should last at least 2 hours 2 and a half is a lot better though you know for a minimum. 3 Both should have someone else's insight on an issue even if it matched their own. 4. Talking is cool. Fuck the man as John would say in his song the Trapeeze Swinger so just get talking. You acan totally learn so freaking much that way. I ended up finishing the day around 4:00. It was worth it. One hell of a day for thinking nothing would come of it. I figured i would come home after work and just fall asleep like always. Totally wrong and I have never been so happy to be wrong. Today I was called off of work. Too many people scheduled. So Isat on my ass today. Courtney called and we talked for an hour and half or so just catching up. She thinks the same as me on a few things, but others we could not be more opposed. She needs to open her mind. Buit she invited me to a cookout or something with adults and I didn't feel like it. I fell asleep, waiting for a better offer or something. I had just arranged some kind of i have no idea but there were people there yesterday so I just assumed someone else would take the initiative today. Even though not really a lot of my friends were there yesterday. I guess I should have prolly made more of an effort. Oh well, that was well deserved lying in my bed attempting to fall asleep. Night all. I will sit here for a few more hours but I just can't type about the boringness of my life anymore. So to all of you out there in blogland,.... hmmm (think of something clever... something clever....) oh well. Just stay happy and don't let that shity granger life get you down. Happy Fourth of July, bollocks. ( I'm pretty sure I had something very big to bitch about but I was going to hold off until later in the post and now I have forgotten it altogether. You are all very lucky. Thank your stars.)