I really do apologize for my slacking this evening. I seriously had all afternoon and all night to give you followers of mine something to read but, if I'm being honest (which you know I like to be), I had the worst fucking night I've had in awhile. Not to worry, I've settled a bit now. I'll write a bit, but then I'm gonna hit the sack, because I'm exhausted, and I'm going to proceed with taking some sleep aids right about ... NOW.
My day started out just like any other. I took a walk, but as I noted earlier, my phone wasn't picking up a good GPS signal, then it finally did, and took it upon itself to just shut off... twice. So I didn't feel like piecing it all together, my apologies, because the highlight of everybody's day is seeing where I walk. I'm sure some of you may say, "I wonder where Mike walked today, let's go see if the internet will tell us!" and then I'm sure today you looked, saw my post, and then your whole day just went to shit. Hey now, maybe that's why my day went to shit! If my phone starts acting crazy during my walks again, I'll just know to expect a shitstorm of a day.
So then I went to my uncle's shop, showed him the website that I made him, and was there for about an hour or so. My friend Danny came to pick me up. I hadn't seen him since March, so it was really nice to see him. It was doubly nice because I hadn't seen a friend since I saw my favorite teacher on Wednesday morning of last week, just before beginning my adventure up here. So, I told my uncle that I was leaving, just going out for a bit. Everything seemed fine. He knew, my grandmother knew, I thought everything would be great, and I was extremely excited to catch up with Danny.
I'm in the car no more than 10 minutes and my mother calls me. I ignore the first call, get her voicemail and a text. She calls back, I answer. "Where are you?" in her mean voice. I always know when she's mad. Basically every voicemail she's ever left me you can hear it in her voice. I explain that I'm going to the Garden State Plaza and just hanging out for a bit. Well, I'm not going to detail this conversation, but I ended up yelling (I don't do that) and cursing up a storm, and she tells me that she will come pick me up tomorrow because I'm so inconsiderate, and I wasn't supposed to go out or anything while I was up here. That's a story in itself as well.
So that's the very short version of the story. Needless to say, tonight it was taken care of. My grandmother actually seemed surprised that my mother was so mad. It was nice to see that. I'm very used to always being the blame and the reason of everybody else's misfortune, but it was nice that she saw that it wasn't such a big deal as my mother was making it out to be.
Danny and I just stopped by GSP, and then relaxed at his house and watched Predators. Well, more like we put the movie on and both fell asleep. I was tired all day, so this was fine by me. Then on the ride back, just like on the ride down, we just talked about all of the crazy shit that we've lived through. We certainly have had interesting lives. I really might write a book, so you can read about them if I ever do. So many come to mind. It was awesome to see him, the only good part of my day.
When I got back, I was locked out of the house, and my grandmother wouldn't return for at least about two hours. The thing is, I locked the door while I was trying to open it, so that made me a fool. I managed to gain entrance through the bathroom window. It was ridiculous. The window only opened just enough so that I could slide my arms inside. Then, long armed as I am, I reached all the way to the top of the windows with both hands, and somehow miraculously was able to pop open the window. However, this window was about eye-height, so I pulled a chair around from the porch to boost myself in. It was really quite ridiculous, as I've never done anything of the sort before in my life. Actually, i climbed in a window once, but nowhere near as dramatically or determined as today.
My grandmother then arrived home, and eventually she called my mom and everything was fine I guess. I called her, too. I'm not going to go into it really. I also got on the MugTome (facebook, you moron) and talked to my girl. I called her too. I basically had a mental breakdown tonight. I'll detail it a bit more in the morning I guess, if I do at all. I also arranged a lunch with Diem this weekend in the city. Should be lovely to see her again. I could certainly use all the friendship/companionship that I can get. I'm quite lonely. Boo fucking hoo, right?
I think that will about do it for this evening. I'm not walking in the morning, because Grams is delivering papers. So I'll get to sleep in, which I desperately need after this whole night of sobbing. I might wake up around 8:45 so I can make another post, I'll see how I feel when the alarm goes off.
Oh, and I talked to Taylor about moving to California. I might have to make that happen in the somewhat distant future. Maybe in a year. I do quite miss him. Good times all around with him.
Goodnight, and I hope you are all much happier than I am at the moment.
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