Not Finished
My friend is taking a shower and getting ready; I'm down here typing while I'm waiting for her.
I truly am grateful for my friends and I never realized how life seems so wonderful having people care about you the way that they do.
...And that's me being optimistic for today.
Wendsday evening I left school early by 30 minutes to go to my flight; my dad was worried about traffic.
We got there really early to be notified that my flight was delayed by 30 minutes. Sigh. Okay, that's not that bad.
Then it was delayed an hour.
And I was little upset because I would have to wait by myself in the biggest airport in the world. But I didn't mind because I was grateful for at least going back that night.
...Then it was delayed for two hours. And I was just pissed all around. I called my brother to tell him to pick me up late. He was upset because he obviously had plans. It wasn't a little later that I realize that he invited all of 'Kairos' buddies, around 20 guys, to come and greet me at the airport and take me to dinner.
They had to go to dinner without me.
Damn, I was hungry. I arrived at 9:00 and I was originally suppose to get there at 6:30. What a delay.
And only 7 guys were there. They already had dinner. And while I was walking out, everyone started jumping out and down and singing really loud. "Happy Birthday to you..." I was embaressed but it made most of my bad day go away. I waited at the airport by myself for four hours.
And it was real nice.
The next day I shadowed, followed and went to school, with Jess. Every five steps I took, I was attacked and hugged. Just like homecoming. And Jess got mad just like Scott did when I came down. And it was flattering. And I felt loved. And I tried not to think about him. And I tried to be okay with everything; and my friends were great. One of my other friends from a different school, skipped her last hour to come and see me that thursday. And it was all together just fun.
And I'll finish my story later because I can't stop thinking about him. I need to sober up first, I still have a headache. I didn't mean to leave you hanging. But yes, I can't think about him. And I know, with what I'm thinking right now, It's not going to be pretty. 'Please, commit suicide...' ...and I'm just trying to be okay. I still think about him. I really need to go. Yes. Bye.