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Snow white sorrow
I guess it's good to know that there are still people in my life that when I fight with them, I get absolutely devestated because we're fighting. I don't think a lot of people would call this a good thing, but it's good to know, for me, that there are people that matter that much in my life. In a weird sort of way. I guess there's just a few people that getting into an actual fight with them will shake me up and put me out of place for a while. And then things get solved, mended or fixed in some way or another, and all is right with the world again.
On the flip side, it's -bad- to realize that there are people in life who don't seem to care enough. You drop everything you're doing to go and comfort, console and make sure they're okay, but tell them something like you're slipping into a depression or some such, and you get absolutely no response and are ignored for the rest of the night. Tell them straight up that they're driving you crazy with their apparent lack of interest, and nothing. What does it mean? For someone who used to play those juevenile games of waiting to be messaged by their friends instead of messaging them all the time, to make sure they wanted to talk to you, it means that they don't care as much about you as you did them.
I was in Cory's van with Mandy driving when Mandy hit one of the concrete pylons in the Target garage. Passenger side, the comment, "Are you sure this is two lanes?" preceding the actual accident. Everyone okay. Hell, Olivia didn't even wake up, but there was some damage done to the van. Mandy was pretty upset, understandably, but she calmed down after a while. I hope she went to the football game, still, hell, I hope UW won, though, I don't think they did. I don't follow college football, but there were a lot of Oregon people here, so, for us, I hope they won.
Moving this weekend. Hopefully my phone will be on.
Blah, just writing this is hard. I keep pulling up Freecell, I keep looking around my room, changing my music, looking at my contact list or books that are on my desk and the like. I keep checking IRC despite the fact I'm only in ONE channel at the moment and that's with a person who's at work for the next few hours. Attention span is very limited right now.
On the flip side, it's -bad- to realize that there are people in life who don't seem to care enough. You drop everything you're doing to go and comfort, console and make sure they're okay, but tell them something like you're slipping into a depression or some such, and you get absolutely no response and are ignored for the rest of the night. Tell them straight up that they're driving you crazy with their apparent lack of interest, and nothing. What does it mean? For someone who used to play those juevenile games of waiting to be messaged by their friends instead of messaging them all the time, to make sure they wanted to talk to you, it means that they don't care as much about you as you did them.
I was in Cory's van with Mandy driving when Mandy hit one of the concrete pylons in the Target garage. Passenger side, the comment, "Are you sure this is two lanes?" preceding the actual accident. Everyone okay. Hell, Olivia didn't even wake up, but there was some damage done to the van. Mandy was pretty upset, understandably, but she calmed down after a while. I hope she went to the football game, still, hell, I hope UW won, though, I don't think they did. I don't follow college football, but there were a lot of Oregon people here, so, for us, I hope they won.
Moving this weekend. Hopefully my phone will be on.
Blah, just writing this is hard. I keep pulling up Freecell, I keep looking around my room, changing my music, looking at my contact list or books that are on my desk and the like. I keep checking IRC despite the fact I'm only in ONE channel at the moment and that's with a person who's at work for the next few hours. Attention span is very limited right now.