Ach! God I have to poo! But no one is down here so I can't use the bathroom....Yes I am working but is like unnaturally slow today.

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I had such a good time last night. I got to see Rick and Sharon and Chris and Tory and Aime and some guy I sorta know named David. I haven't really seen like any of them in a year. Sharon just got back from Denmark so we all united to see her. It was a great time.

After work I got dropped off at my sister's house. My nephew made me bang on a drum with him as my sister straightened my haor. I changed out of work clothes and walked back to the library with my backpack on, full of my laptop and stuff. It's only about a ten minute walk on my long and speedy legs. My sister was going to drive me but why waste the gas? I like seeing my town from my feet too. It's more personal and at my pace. I can experience and know it more. I'm really quite fond of walking.
Anyway I went back to the library and sat down just enjoying the experience of being in it in jeans and sneakers and relaxing. But then the plus side of working here is that I can check out my own books and know my way around too.
I hung out on my laptop a while and then walked about a block to the cafe where I was meeting my friends. I saw Sharon and we hugged. She was with the David guy who I sort of remember doing 4-H events with. Sharon told us crazy stories about Denmark while we waited for other people to show up. Other friends joined us and we sat in this bubble for a while just listening, eating Danish candy and looking through Sharon's Danish magazines. Chris and Rick took pictures with Rick's new super pimp camera. Most of us, more akin to being behind the camera than in front, were not really amused.
There was a music night thing going on too so we stepped outside in to what is our town on a Friday night in July. Drunkenness and music and some rednecks but good times. Chris and Rick pretended to take pictures of Tory while they were actually focused on the interesting characters behind them.

We wandered to a set of benches where in one was carved "fReAk CoRnEr". It was that point when we realized we were being stalked by a goth guy. Rick and I communicated without speaking like "What the hell?!"

~~~WE NOW INTERUPT THIS POSTING WITH AN IMPORT NEWS FEED: poop need was satisfied~~~~

That's when I gripped my umbrella(never know when it will rain lately) and thought about how I could weild it effectively though in my mind I also thought "Dude, I can stalk people so much better than this dude. His ninja skillz suck." He sat like three or feet from my face staring at the side of my hair with his tiny faux-hawk and long black pants and black and did not say anything. It was at the point that I wanted to and really should have said hi, just to be like "Fuck you and your really bad stalking skills. Fuck you because you don't have the balls enough to actually say hi. The loner cover is bull. You stand out like a rail-road spike in a bag of pink feathers. Of course I know you're there! You're just being really weird about it. If you really wanted to people watch you'd try to blend and not be obvious about it. You'd make it about the person and not you. They wouldn't even know. So if you want me to know for real, to really be then you need to step beyond the bubble and say something, no matter how sorrowful you might think it and life is."

It was at that moment he chose to walk away though he appeared again throughout the night.

I've had trouble getting it out of my mind as you can tell by that rant. So if I do see him again I am saying "Hello."

Anyway I saw him periodically throughout the rest of the night but he kept his distance to twenty feet minimum or a random walk by.

After the Freak Corner we migrated to buy some hotdogs at the hot dog stand and then all stood on the corner for a while talking. We finally sat down gushing about college and exchange. Rick kept pulling his funny faces that always make me bust up laughing. Tory did her fair share as well and David just struck the "thinking" pose a lot as Chris snapped pictures. Sharon and I mostly grumbled when the camera faced us. She grumbled because she only slept four hours in the past thirty-six and I grumbled because I am not photogenic and my hair takes up two thirds of most any frame I am in anyway.

We kept having random drunk people walk by us and say random things like some shirtless guy running by yelling something about gypsies and then a lady yelling "where's Waldo?" right after the shirtless guy and then another dude asked what we were protesting. The last person to say something was like "peace! murphul... gurful..."

It was great to hear all of my friend's version's of college and abroad. And apparently Wells is really strange with all our singing and traditions etc. I spoke lovingly while people were like "whoa, strange and embaressing...."
I really enjoyed myself.
Finally it was like 11pm and we had to get going though we didn't want to and Sharon really needed sleep.

It was awesome to the max....and there was much rejoicing.

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The only thing that sucked was that I got home and then my friend was kind of a downer on AIM. That's when it's frustrating to be a dump-bucket at times, when you're higher than heaven and someone just gets all stupid on you.
I dunno. I'm still trying to figure things out there sometimes. I accept my role as a rock but sometimes I want a day off from it. I want to have my happy and my cake too. I want to not always have to be the Woman of Wisdom or whatever I am some days.
I ended up rather tired and frustrated though I think it was also a build up of other things as well which sucked after I had been so happy.
I should have just gone to bed or read my Eoin Colfer book but yeah... I can't blame people for having problems and me wanting to be a good friend but yeah.

Anyway the happy is back now.



Today I have some grad parties to go to and then I think I'm going to sleep since I haven't done much of that lately with all the excitement all around.

Peace.
~Lo