Tonight I am exhausted.

1-10 is the longest shift in the world.
But tonight it wasn't terrible.
Mostly because it was less awkward and I grew the balls to tell Jammons I wasn't going to close every night this summer.
...
Balls!

Goodnight.

A Few Things.

I've never watched Titanic with anyone. It's embrassing how emotional I get just by putting the DVD into the player.
For realz.
Bad emotional.
Like blubbering child emotional.

Work started off bad today but then slowly got better after I got back from my dinner break. I like to mope around the place usually. And act pissed off whenever anyone asks anything of me. It makes me giggle.

Ever since coming home, I've found myself staying up much longer than I ever did when I was at school. It's strange. I typically just put one song on repeat and listen to it for two hours and surf the web.

I keep getting more and more excited about the mission trip with each passing day. It's going to be a different, amazing experience. I can already feel God working as we prep for our tasks.
Excitement!

I Couldn't Take It Any Longer.

I've caved.
After the depressing turn my old blog took, I decided to give it another chance. In hopes of brighter content.
I am becoming a blogger again.
I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I've been an emotional wreck.

So much hasn't happened.

Today I didn't work so I just bs-ed around with my mother all day. Enjoyable times. My mother and I met up with my father at the local Chuck E. Cheese's to delight ourselves with some lunch. My father and I induldged in buying a few tokens and pwned the skee ball machine a few times. We gave our tickets to some little boys who were busy counting their own tickets. They declared us "The nicest people they've ever met!" I smiled to myself knowing I made someone I don't even know happy.

Yesterday, perhaps one of the most awkward moments of my life occurred. My mother and I were out to lunch (its a favorite passtime of ours) at the Charro when, Lo and Behold, who of all people walk in. The conversation and events that occurred were some I'd soon like to forget.
People change. People grow. People growup.

I'm disappointed in you. And you know who you are. Whether or not you ever see these words. You didn't break my heart. I broke my own by putting so much hope and faith into everything I thought could happen. "Could" being the key word. I didn't see the reality that was in front of me. Being myself, my head was in the clouds. And suddenly my face was in the dirt.

I'm slowly beginning to pick myself back up and wipe the mud off my face. I can try to find hope in new things.
New people. New experiences. New beginnings.

So, Cheers. Happy New Year.