NEW YEARS

The new year has come and it's time to get one of my resolutions into gear. I've decided to write in this thing at least once a week. Also, i'm going to try and not use slang in this blog either. Wonder how long this will last.

Let's begin.

Terrible start for the new years. Roughly 2 hours after the stroke of midnight, I pulled one of the stupidest things i've ever done in my life. The first stupidest thing i've done while on this earth was probably starting a fight with someone back in SAM. The second stupidest things that i've done in my life are expressing my anger towards a wall and probably permanantely injured my right knuckles.

So what happened? Well simply put, I left a party without telling anyone I was leaving and I had some alcohol to drink. Was I drunk? No. Was I tipsy? A little bit.

So this is my perspective of the whole thing. I was talking with Nigel at the time and he mentioned to me how Linda was mad. I asked him if he knew who/what she was mad at and I thought it was at me. So after that conversation I went to find Linda. I asked her if she was mad at me and she brings me to a chair and tells me to wait. I took that as a brush off. So at that point I was nearly convinced that she was mad at me. So I went and sat down on the floor of the "party" room and just thought about what went wrong. Kept thinking and thinking trying to analyze every second of that night.

I couldn't really pinpoint a distinct moment where I may have done something to anger her. Aside from when I first arrived at her house. Could be other things that have happened that I think were okay but she didn't. But to me I don't think I did nething that bad.

So i'm sitting there on the floor thinking about all these things and crinkling up bits of confetti and throwing them in a corner. Then after a while, my mind was thinking and said to me. Well if she's mad at you, what the hell are you still doing here? I thought about that for a while and figured that my brain was right. Not the brightest thing to do concidering receptors in my brain were being blocked off by the alcohol that I had.

So what ended up happening? I left. Like a ghost I vanished. Got up, grabbed my keys on top of the display case and my micellaneous items and left out the front door. Well that was just the beginning piece of this domino game.

Once I left, I was pretty pissed off. Not at Linda or anything but at something else that happened in the party room. This however isn't up for discussion. So in my blinded anger I decided to go find that mother fucker who sold me that CRX. I vaguely remembered where his house was but I couldn't remember the house number. So I drove around once and I couldn't find it so I just went home. When I reached my house, I got in, and went straight to my room. Got changed and put on my contacts and went to bed. After that I was out like a light.

I woke up in the morning at like 11 ish and ate. Watched a movie and then felt very tired. So I went and took a nap. I then woke up at 7pm. I got up and I was searching for my cell phone. I couldn't fucking find my cell. So I called it. *ring ring* I couldn't hear it. Oh shoot! I put it on vibrate the night before! What do I do now? I tear my room appart searching all my usual spots. Guess where it was. Common, I'll give you one guess.

If you guessed my car in the center console you're right. I left my phone in the car for the whole day. I check it when I found it and the message "15 missed calls". Holy fuck that must be a new record. I take a look at who the calls were from and they were all from my friends at the party. Shit. I close that display and it says that I have 6 new messages. Got a couple from Shirley, one from Nigel, one from Mike.

Damn. Now that was one of the stupidest things i've done in my life. Wouldn't you agree?

Sorry to have made you guys worry everyone. =( Terribly sorry for that. Especially to Linda and her family. Sorry...