Ah, so it's been a year or so since I last stated my hatred for the wonderful day of Friday. I've switched cities, I've met new people and yet here I am once more stuck at home on a Friday night with no looks towards it improving.
Now seeing as how these days I have a guy, who is supposedly interested in me. A few friends at school you'd think I'd be able to find something to do. But that is not the case.
My wonderful friend Melissa who I normally do things with will not answer her phone. Now I haven't tried just once, you know in case she missed hearing it ring, or if it was in another room and she just picked it up. No I've called a few times in the last hour or so, and nothing. So there's one option out the window.
Option two, the guy who purportedly is interested in me. Ah promising you think. Afraid not, he's going Latin dancing with his FHE group, which I had been thinking about doing but now it has a weird stalker feel to it if I go by myself. which I would prefer to avoid any situations that could involve the word stalker.
Option Three and Four, Emily and Nathan, fun people could maybe get with them and do something; if they weren't already doing something with each other. And I wasn't invited to join so two more gone and gone.
The final option I feel as if I've already exhausted this semester, Alexis, she's married, therefore probably wants to spend Friday night with her husband. I already kind of crashed their last two weekends and feel as if crashing a third would just be rude.
So there it is laid out in all it's gory (no that's not a typo). Once more a fabulous Friday night with nothing to do. At this point I have one favor to ask. Go ahead and shoot me, no where vital, maybe a foot, or the arm, my left one preferably, that'd be perfect. At least I'd have an exciting story to share.
No comments:
Post a Comment