waiting for March 15th

This week? Well, there were long nights at the library, phone tag (dodging actually) with JHR, three appearances at the gym, warehouse adventure in Doral, Yearbook, tests, papers, Starbucks to the point where they know my order in advance, smoothies, Final Destination 3, Night Watch, Don Carter’s, Smoothies, well, well, well.

Was out pretty late last night with JHR (walking around Wynwood, why not?) and eventually had that conversation that I’ve been avoiding for weeks.

Hipsters, spot bleaching, trespassing, a band we all know sucks but humor anyway (why?) Denny’s, me bitching about school and people at school, leave and go walking downtown, large statements about the world, discussing theory and history while the homeless guy waddles up to us, flashes an emaciated smile absent of teeth and asks for change, Sure, here. Then over the bridge to whatshisface’s loft (who I can’t stand but whatever),… new paintings in the corner that actually continue onto the wall (cool idea but he’s still a pretentious fuck) and that girl who won’t stop with the blue hair… more people come, it gets crowded, we head back, dancing outside of the MDC Wolfson McDonald’s, click, snap, click, snap, whaaat!

Find the car (thank god for Metromovers) stop on Coral Way, more walking, Wal-Green’s, gawking through the windows of the abandoned mall, Lian, liann, whatever the hell her name is shows up, wtf, I forgot the boyfriend’s name the second he said it, they finally left us at the Calle Ocho 7-11, (whatever) and JHR and I had that conversation we had been avoiding all month while walking back to the car…driving, screaming, Tiga’s new album on repeat, promises, resolutions, Lian/Liann is calling my cell (how’d the bitch get my number?) fuck…

I’m getting too old for this.

Tonight – Final Destination 3 (again), Yearbook, Denny’s and the itus from hell.