Ok, so this night I experience what it means to truly be a vagabond… sort of. After a great night out with some of my best friends from high school(and one of those friend’s fiancé and his crew) I was kind of on a high – experiencing one of those great nights that make me not regret my decision to stay in TX for the summer. The only thing was, my usual companion, Miles, was missing. He was at dinner and didn’t get back to me until we were about to leave our final bar destination at around 12:30. No worries, I have our good family friend, Norma, I said to myself. I can always crash with her if needs be. So I went by her place. She was clearly there (her car was there) but she hadn’t responded to my messages asking her if I could stay with her that night. Miles’ place seemed to be empty. All I know is that he’s leaving early in the morning for college station, and I’m not even sure that I would want to stay with him if I have to be out of the house by 8am.
Anyway, what this all equals is me now chilling at a local park with the windows down, the radio in the background, and me writing one of the most depressing blog entries so far this summer.
How is it that I can be so lost in this town I call home? Oh well, I guess even the best of us has spent a night curled up in a car, waiting for the light of day to rescue them from their misery. Whoa is me.
Morning Update: The cops came at 5:15 in the morning. They shined that really bright light in my face and asked me what I was doing. I told them I was sleeping. That seemed to suffice and they left me alone. I woke up for good two hours later.
It’s now 9:22am on a Sunday morning and I’m on my 3rd activity of the day: more studying at my new fav coffee house on I-10 and Huebner, It’s a Grind Coffee House. Let’s hope that the copious amounts of coffee from breakfast earlier and the coffeehouse right now allow me to stay productive.
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