I Thought I Was In My Old Kitchen...

I worked 7 days in a row this week. And it's my own fault. A girl I work with is in school and wanted to day off for studying, and I have nothing else going on so I picked it up, noticing it would put me in a 7 days in a row. But I sucked it up and did it. I clocked out this week at 39.39 hours.

I've been cutting back on my drinking. It cost to much, sometimes I feel like muck in the morning and it's just not worth it. So after work, I just went home. I had whiskey at home.

Roommates come home and next thing you know, we're drinking and dancing and sliding across the floor, and for a split second I had to stop and catch my breathe. Hadn't I done this before? Not in this new apartment, no. But this all feels so very familiar...

And then it hits me. The island in the townhouse in Tallahassee. No matter what has going on, or who we were dancing too, we always ended up dancing around that island, and that's how I was dancing tonight. I was dancing up and down the hallway like it was my job. Like that hallway was built with the only purpose for me to dance in it. I smiled, took another drink from my cup, and continued dancing.

Sara was in Tallahassee tonight seeing American Aquarium. I could go on and on about those boys and what they have done for some of us since meeting them. It's something to look forward too. I've lived in a bunch of places, and thankfully they have played in a lot of them. But then thinking about college and the madness that happened, they have been a part of it just as much as anyone else. Thanks boys, you rule.

I've sat on a bunch of stoops before, and while sitting on mine the other day did I remembering sitting on the Copeland House stoop with Caitlin in the rain. Sitting and wondering about life and how did we get there, and laughed and went to bed. Now, being the age that we are, we laugh again remembering those moments and how we thought we knew it all. How we thought that this was the end all of ends. That this is what we were meant to do. Work the night shift, then drink and dance till 4. That was how we were gonna live our lives. We were meant to be with these loser guys and take the mess that they were dishing out to us, that was what we were meant for. But then Caitlin and I locked eyes and we just knew. We knew that there were bigger and better things for us out there. Now we both have the love of our lives with us. She with a a boy who knows the importance of friendship, and a city that never sleeps so that she can visit whenever she wants.

This is all rambling. None of this is suppose to make sense. I have a calzone in the oven. I'm pretty excited about it.

I don't work at all tomorrow. I feel like it's gonna be a catching up day for sure. I want to make phone calls and I want to receive them. Don't be shy, even if we haven't talked in awhile, call me up and rant and rave about how awesome things are for you. I want to rant and rave with you.

Happiness is remember that I am here to shake things up and make things shimmy.

Love me like I love knowing that I will be going to brunch tomorrow. I never get to go to brunch.

Other Side Of The Hill.

It's always exciting exchanging stories. No two are the same. Sure we have the same situations, all of us being so different we never do the same things twice.

In the movies, you are suppose to have your first kiss in the pouring rain, or on a beach, or underneath a star filled sky. You're suppose to live happily ever after. Have cute little kids, a wedding you see in magazines, and in-laws that adore you.

But I love hearing the stories that actaully happen. She ended her shift and didn't realize that her night had just begun and would be fulled with drugs, beer, and baths. Waking up and recounting the events is always the most fun. And this story had water.

He was so good about staying within the lines. He knew how to keep everyone happy and on the right track. But there are just sometimes that he wants to reverse time and be that boy who was the one that had to be controlled. He wanted to re meet her and remember what it was like to be madly in love. Now he was just the good guy with an empty feeling in his chest.

In her mind it's always so romantic. Someone would say something witty, they'd lock eyes and they'd kiss. She always laughed.