I suddenly realize just how many friends I really have.
Or not-really-friends-but-kind-of-friends anyways.
And I have a lot of them.
Since I've broken up with Jessi - which reminds me, I broke up with Jessi everybody, now you know - I've become mister fucking popularity. No joke! I got drunk last night with a bunch of people from work (and I invited a few people I just met, they came). A night or two before that I was hanging out with those people I just met. A night or two before that I was hanging out with a chick I used to work with... Here, check this out for a better example.
Today alone I've gotten calls, texts, or visits from these people: my roommate, my neighbors Nick and Kayla, Amber, Jenny, Angie, Travis, Scott and Casey from work (although technically, I visited them...), Alltell... >.> ...and that's a lot for me, especially since I didn't get out of bed until about two in the afternoon with a wicked hangover and had to work at four!
I feel so loved, lately. I've got a whole slew of friends. More than I practically know what to do with. And yet, I feel lonely when this time of night rolls around. I'm kind of sort of seeing this girl from a small town about an hour away right now, and just use a little thinking power and you'll see where the problem lies. First, let me correct myself: not a girl, a woman. She's around four years older than I. Second, we both work two jobs and live an hour apart. I've grown pretty attached to this chick and I know she feels the same about me, yet there's really nothing we can do about it right now (circumstances prevent immediate action).
Loved and lonely.
Or lonely and loved.
It's a win-lose situation no matter where in life I am. Single, taken, it doesn't matter.
So I think I'm just going to go play my brand spanking new Xbox 360 and listen to some emo music while I try to forget about the stomach ache I've still got caused by an excess amount of alcohol in my system from the night before.
One final thing. I figured out this blog so far. Born March 17, 2004. That means it's headed towards three years old and I'm still here! On top of that, I've got 157 blog entries including this one. I could make a book! I keep telling myself that one night I'm going to try and get them all printed somehow and read them all. Doubt it will happen anytime soon, but it would be cool to see how my thoughts have changed, how my life has changed... hell, how my writing style has changed. I've always spoken my thoughts here, not like I'm writing for a class, so the way I use grammer... hell, the way I blog is a reflection of myself... of what's going on in my brain. It would be interesting to see how that's changed over the years.
Anyways, Saints Row calls. Later.