I get by with a little help from my friends

This week sucks. Really, it does. It started getting bad when I went to the doctor on Wednesday for a check-up that turned out to be a cancer screening because apparently I'm high risk and they found cells that are screwed up...or something. Fuck. To make things better, my parents have been on my ass all week about everything. God I'm ready to be back in Muncie. Living at home sucks. Ok, so after the cancer news I decided to go chill with some friends to get my mind off things. It was working pretty damn well until my best friend called to say she'd been avoiding me for the past 2 weeks because she was pissed off about a bunch of little things that she had let build up. Fuckin' fantastic. Fortunately, that got resolved and the night ended pretty well. 

So on to Thursday I am getting ready to go to dinner with Allie and then chill in Noblesville when I realize I haven't gotten a text from my friend Jeremy in awhile, which is strange since I usually get them on a semi-regular basis. So, I go on facebook to say hi and break down when his entire wall is covered in posts saying how much he'll be missed and to rest in peace. I come to find out that on Monday, he got in a car accident and died on the scene. I'm still dealing with that one. I can't bring myself to delete his number from my phone...but every time I see it I just freeze and stare at it. I really don't know to deal with it all. He lives in PA, so I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. Then again, I guess no one did. 

This part is for Jeremy, may he rest in peace. 

You lit up the room every time you stepped in

With your bottle of wild turkey, you could always win. 

You would cry out "let's pound some beers!" 

Then laugh until you were close to tears. 

Those times here on earth may be through

But I hope that up there, the beer is still flowin for you. 

We miss you, Jeremy, with all our hearts

But I know that this is just the start. 

We'll see you again some day

And until then, I'll be looking your way 

RIP Naylor. 

I'd like to say my week got better, but it really didn't. Thursday night I ended up pretty drunk and did some things I regret. I'm pretty sure I probably said some things I would regret too if I could remember what they were. But whatever, shit happens. Unfortunately, this made for a pretty awkward 4th of July. Fabulous. So instead of just chillin with friends and blowing shit up, I'm trying to figure out what the hell happened. Ended up staying there, things were normal for like an hour, and then it was back to the weird awkwardness. Fuck that. So, I'm pretty sure I won't be hanging out with those people any time soon - which sucks. I hate shit like that. Why the fuck can't people grow up, say exactly what's wrong no matter how hurtful it may be, and then get over it. Seriously?? Problems would be solved so much easier if people would just be blunt and get it over with. But whatever. Shit happens. Hopefully one day it will be cool again. If not, there were some good times. 

On the bright side - I did get to drink and blow shit up for the 4th. So that made things a little better. I'm also (hopefully) going to see one of my favorite people tonight, which would rock. 

Alright, I should get ready to babysit. I apologize for the depressing content of this post, and would like to make it up by ending it with a quick look at some of the most retarded things I have ever heard before in my life...and my responses:

1) "I wanna get hiiiiiiigh" - Dude, you're already fucking high. You're so high that you FORGOT you were high. How about you save you're money, and wait until you're not high to say that you wanna get high. Fucking tool. 

2) "I know he's not a good guy...but I love him" Ok...he hits you, treats you like shit, is probably cheating on you...and you love him. Um, you're a dumb bitch. 

3) "It's ok...I was drunk" Hahaha fuuuuck that! Yeah, I've done some stupid ass shit when I was drunk, some of which I regret. But hey, shit happens. Just please, don't use being drunk to justify you're mistakes. Laugh about them - yes. Take it like a man when you're friends make fun of you - yes. But don't use alcohol as your excuse to be a dumbass. 

Yeah I know...not very funny. Whatever, fuck you. I tried, didn't I? Hopefully I'll have a better, less depressing rant sometime in the next few days. If not, no one reads this thing anyway so it doesn't matter. Ha. 

Alright...in conclusion...

Fuck...

- assholes

- drama

- awkwardness

- death

- cancer

- obnoxious parents

- living at home

- gas prices

Fin.