One for the road.

I awake expecting a semi-brutal hangover, but instead my face just hurts. The kind of hurt that can only be blamed on hours of laughing and smiling. Not even forced laughing or smiling. Genuine, sincere and spontaneous.

Hearing Gwyn say "I am having a lot of fun!" over and over again was worth enduring an Army boy vomit unsightly vegetarian food onto the concrete in front of Tudor. Man down. I hope we really do go to the Army Ball. It will surely be a time that we will be relaying to our diaries later on, once the evening is over. The only downside.. my potential date is the Man Down Army Man. haha!

I hope she stays strong. It was rough seeing someone go through the same problem I did awhile ago. You feel like you're stuck in quicksand sinking and there is no way out. I hope somehow we were there for her.

I am wondering why I've spent the last couple of months yearning for someone's affection and attention, who ultimately wasn't into who I am as a human being. Wasn't ready to even give me that affection and attention. With people in my life who will deliver scrambled eggs at 8am to my apartment, I don't know why I need much else. Everything else is just a spice that I could do without. I will do without. Spices ruins scrambled eggs, anyhow.