June 21st 2014

Writing this one a little sooner than I thought, but there was a five day gap so, yeah.

The suburbs were nice, we just hung out mainly. Played some basketball, ultimate, biked around, found a tons of cheap restaurants. It was quiet and peaceful. I was actually able to sleep those four or five days I was there. I'm back at my place now, and was greeted with cat urine all over my room. I was and still am mad as all hell. I swear I closed my door. Fucking roommates with their fucking cats.

So my sister, after two years, finally decided to send me a message through Facebook. It's not ideal but I'm happy. A little mad, but I missed her.

While at this college town suburb thing, I met one of my old high school friends. Apparently he's getting his MD there. Which is funny, because I remember him mainly as a slacker. There is no way in hell I am going to get treated by that guy.

And on a darker note, one of my best friends hung themselves, while I was away. I had three phone calls from them, and I fucking ignored them because of college women. I am mad at myself and them. This is the person that broke into my house, back when I wasn't rooming with anyone, and took all the sharp thing and all of my meds. They basically moved in and rationed me my pills. Where ever I went, they went. They were that concerned and now I failed them. I don't see why they would have done that. They had a great job, a cool potential fiancee, and an awesome dog (which was sleeping by their feet at the time the body was found). I am making them gender neutral to attempt to keep them anonymous, a little late but better to explain now than never. But now I'm organizing the funeral, which the parents thought would be best. I don't know why they would that way, but I guess because they think of me as their own, at least I hope so. It would be and is weird for someone outside of the family to plan a family thing, you know? My that's how I was raised.

I basically plan on working out today, then after that I plan on writing a bit. I'm working on a shorter story that will be three parts, maybe. I plan on posting them here, but you never know.

I found out that I was the only one in my family, extended included, that doesn't have any political preference or identity. Some of my family is a mix between right and left, while the majority is either far right or far left. I really don't care, because I feel that there is no lesser of the two evils. Both clearly have flaws in their ideology and some of the problems that they say they're going to fix either can't be fixed or there are more important problems to fix. I rather just blow up the world or some shit. Cause a super volcano to erupt, maybe cause a black hole through a particle accelerator. I don't know, this world is too fucked up to save. I blame the Romans, the ancient ones. And apparently I'm the only nihilist in my family. There are around four other atheists, but no nihilist (to by best knowledge). I have a fucking large extended family, but I'm certain about the political thing.

My brother is coming up soon, can't wait. He's been up before, but that was before I was 21. So now, he's going to buy me a drink, that I'll most likely not drink.