Sometimes things make me happy, sad, angry, confused, annoyed, curious, etc. I don't know what I'm saying.
I bought a new camera and I think my dad is more excited than I am.
(and I’m pretty pumped.)
Watching the final episode of Gilmore Girls and crying because of feelings.
It all began with the decision to go on a bike ride. The ride was cut short because my route “accidentally” took me past a bakery, and I decided that I definitely needed cake. As it turns out, eating cake alone in a bakery is actually very depressing, so I called my mom in order to seem like I was popular.
Unfortunately, that only made me more depressed because she talked all about how some of our family came to visit and I got homesick, which is rare for me. Luckily, as I was at my saddest, a friend texted me and asked if I wanted to meet her at a wine bar. Weird, but I literally had nothing better to do.
When I arrived, I was greeted by cheers, although I only knew my one friend. Everyone else were strangers. There was a middle-aged couple, a fairly normal-looking guy around my age, and the bartender (is that what you call them at wine bars?), who strongly resembled Jean Ralphio.
Everyone, including my friend, was playing cards, and after I joined them, I learned that the middle-aged couple, whose names are Mary and Joseph (lolololol) were visiting their son, who’s a freshman here and who had not yet arrived. Their entire plan for the evening was to embarrass their son, and they were fucking awesome. The guy my age is a math and science tutor, who makes terrible puns, but he laughs at all my jokes, so I’ll allow it. Jean Ralphio’s personality, fortunately, is much better than the Parks and Rec character.
Basically, I spent three hours with these awesome people (and Mary and Joe’s son, whose name is not Jesus), and my night was so weirdly fun. I’m not usually one for interacting with strangers, but it was just what I needed.
I need my friends to be better at planning in advance. I had nothing to do tonight, so I made plans to go to this bakery with a friend, and then EVERYONE I KNOW texts me and invites me to things.