Well for starters, I was a little pissed off when I left work on friday night as it was 11:30 and that was a good half hour later than i wanted to be there. Secondly whilst I was on my way to harrison park(under the assumption that it would still be occupied by pieday-ers) I began thinking about my problem, and instead of thinking of a way to solve it, i thought of all the things that could possibly have gone wrong, which after 10 minutes had dumped so much emotional stress on me that i was twitching and talking to myself. Once I was in harrison park and no one was there, I began walking to Tunga's as that is the obvious place to look for people after pie day. I spent the whole walk there having a conversation with myself, most of which was about plotting to kill some people I felt like killing at the time, myself included. By the time I got to Tunga's my mind had crashed under all the stress I dumped on it. I went and said hi to Kyle T. and Tunga, and had of course found out on my way there that there were pieday-ers at Michelle's, and just to dump that little extra stress on my mind; She was there. After saying hi to Tunga and Kyle, I went over to Michelle's, intent on getting drunk. After Drinking a bunch of vodka mixed with Dr.Pepper very fast, the night just all seems to blend into me sitting on the floor, or in the computer chair listening to MSI and Mudvayne, which ,not suprisingly, wasn't making me feel any better, I spoke little, even when people tried to talk to me, and i didn't blink much either, I just sat. On occasion I would retreat to Tunga's in order to take shelter from the emotional onslaught of Her presence. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore and decided I had to do something about It... so I did. And I did it the cowardly way I had planned, which only required me to tell Her to sit and listen to the song I put on. I put it on and retreated back to Tunga's, where I stayed for a little while, watching some videos from aBum.com, which had I not been a little drunk, would have yielded no reaction from me, I still felt empty. After that I summoned up the strength, literaly, to walk back over to Michelle's, where I did nothing but drink to occasional drink thrown my way, listen to people talk, and all the while She sat but feet away from me, talking as if nothing had happened. I was diing under stress again, at the fact that not only did she not speak to me for about an hour, but she barely so much as glanced in my direction. At this point I was not but an empty shell. The thing that brought me back was the only thing I wanted in the world at that moment... She spoke to me. She said She had listened to the song, and without mentioning anything about what it was I had expressed to Her, said that She and I were both a little to drunk to talk about it, and that we would talk about it on monday, as She did have a few things to say about it. As the night wound down, I began to regain my mental structure, asside from still being a little drunk. As I walked home I thought about what was to come with the begining of the school week, and smiled to myself, as far as I could tell, all hope is not yet lost, for the loss of hope will quite possibly be accompanied by my sanity.

Note: Oh yeah, I definatly did something stupid. And thank you for not responding to this crap.