It's been a long weekend...
Friday night, I was supposed to go camping with the crew up in Rock Creek but before we even left, we got news that there were no sites open. Plan B: Backyard camping. In the mean time, I get a phone call from my mom saying they are going to go camping in Glacier National Park this weekend. Let's weigh the options: camping in Eric's backyard or going to one of the most beautiful places in the world with your boat and spending three days on Lake McDonald with your family. I kind of settled for both. I stayed for as long as I could stand at Eric's on Friday, got wasted, became horribly neurotic regarding The Boy*, decided it was not good to be in situation with alcohol and being so close to boy's house and number so I went home.
Friday night was a hard, hard night for me.
Saturday, I woke up suprisingly feeling pretty good and made my way to Glacier. I *heart* Glacier. Seriously. It's so superb. So not crowded, so hot and cold all at the same time. So Montana.
Things I've managed to do while in Glacier: get really fucking burnt on the right side of my body, and just burnt on the left side; get cut from "illegal" hiking through woods around a. the lake and b. the camp site; not get attacked my any wild animals save a few random insects.
Yes, Glacier was swell and I stopped being so neurotic.
Tomorrow the new girl starts at work. I'm not looking forward to it at all.
*I only saw The Boy for a few seconds on Friday. He didn't have time to talk except to ask me how I was doing and to tell me to have a good weekend on his way out. He smiles a lot after he talks to me, which I think is a good thing, but there's a girl on his answering machine (but he also lives another guy, and he supposidly doesn't have a girlfriend). I hope to see him tomorrow. Depending on how I feel, I may be motivated enough to muster up some courage. He's perfect though. Even though he's balding, he's still perfect.
Friday night, I was supposed to go camping with the crew up in Rock Creek but before we even left, we got news that there were no sites open. Plan B: Backyard camping. In the mean time, I get a phone call from my mom saying they are going to go camping in Glacier National Park this weekend. Let's weigh the options: camping in Eric's backyard or going to one of the most beautiful places in the world with your boat and spending three days on Lake McDonald with your family. I kind of settled for both. I stayed for as long as I could stand at Eric's on Friday, got wasted, became horribly neurotic regarding The Boy*, decided it was not good to be in situation with alcohol and being so close to boy's house and number so I went home.
Friday night was a hard, hard night for me.
Saturday, I woke up suprisingly feeling pretty good and made my way to Glacier. I *heart* Glacier. Seriously. It's so superb. So not crowded, so hot and cold all at the same time. So Montana.
Things I've managed to do while in Glacier: get really fucking burnt on the right side of my body, and just burnt on the left side; get cut from "illegal" hiking through woods around a. the lake and b. the camp site; not get attacked my any wild animals save a few random insects.
Yes, Glacier was swell and I stopped being so neurotic.
Tomorrow the new girl starts at work. I'm not looking forward to it at all.
*I only saw The Boy for a few seconds on Friday. He didn't have time to talk except to ask me how I was doing and to tell me to have a good weekend on his way out. He smiles a lot after he talks to me, which I think is a good thing, but there's a girl on his answering machine (but he also lives another guy, and he supposidly doesn't have a girlfriend). I hope to see him tomorrow. Depending on how I feel, I may be motivated enough to muster up some courage. He's perfect though. Even though he's balding, he's still perfect.
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As for the other matter, he must be mad, maybe I should have a word with him? Let him know how he should be treating a beautiful lady.