ironbhr

okay road block...
after spending all week saving up for a plane ticket. (any of the hipper crowd invovled in my life might be able to figure out to where...) and now the ticket prices have at least doubled.

1. did i look at them wrong the first time?

2. is god givin' me a red flag? (he better not be...)

3. why the hell does this happen to me? christ i've had my heart set on getting out west for this weekend, to consumate something that i feel might be one of the best things going on in my life. grr....
i will be there. i have to be. i've been bouncing up and down at work every time i think about being there. besides i've already r.s.v.p.'d to the invites, and i can't go back on a promise.
So my dear, don't you worry. i will be in your arms on friday may 28th. that i promise.

so i went bowling last night with "brother" eric. (brother being the way i refer to all my closed friends when i speak of them. sister if they're girls, nooch) he was complaining about how his gf was hanging out at a starbucks in avon. avon being one of those hoidy toidy upperclass towns here in ct. anyway...he has a short temper for her stupidity....not that i can blame her. liz ain't the most all-together girl i know. too many excuses for stupid shit. must be nice to have mommy and daddy taking care of you. where as eric and i bust our asses to make a living. anyway...so we go bowling to blow off some steam. not regular bowling but that comsic bowling....with the blacklights and the loud pop music. we've trying to get them to have some theme nights....(disco, cover song pajama night....that kinda thing) i was fuming over the price change in the plane tickets (see above) so of course nothing is better top vent then throwing weighted balls at little white pins for that beautiful sound of destruction as the jump out of the way of the ball. so the cosmic bowling is a big draw for all the school kids. i can see that it's good to give the kids something to do...at least their not out doing drugs and doing stupid delinquint shit...like they watch on mtv. so eric and i are bowling nest to these high school kids (one of them had to be 16...i hope) of course theyu have no idea what their doing. so eric and i are laughing at 'em as we heckler each other. losing ourselves into movie quotes and comments about fucking the hell out of avile lavene...just to shut her up, singing along and rocking out with the darkness. of course getting out to sam is on the back of my mind. but i can't bowl and plot at the same time and my average shows it. so with a blister on my thumb and a sore shoulder i went to sleep.
this is why i need to work out...i can think again...all the frustration is gone and i can plot clearly...who would have thought that after an entire week of hauling around tonage at work. (112 boxes fri. ave. wt. 20 lbs. you do the math) besides...i helps me look good.
my parents got back from virginia yesterday. they had been there all week. i fucking freaked out. my father shaved off his beard last sunday. i can't remember the last time he was bare faced and knowing his 27 years that's alot to say. so i'm still in shock i hope that i can talk to him with a straight face when i go to beg and explain myself. i've hit mom up for too much too many times....thank god i have 'em to watch over me (lord knows i need it sometimes)

wish me luck...updates to follow