yesterday

I don't know what to say about yesterday. It was a series of extremes. I felt bad all morning, like I have the past few days. Around 11:30 Stephanie showed up and after a while of cruising I was starting to feel better. We went to Rachael's and spent some time watching TV before the 3 of us left to go cruise some more. We came back to Rachael's and after a game a Risk, and a defeat at the hands of the Canadians, we watched some VH1 and wrote a few scenes. Diedra showed up and we 4 went to Walmart. Rachael and Diedra went inside while Steph and I sat in my car and began to talk about why I've been feeling so down recently. Before long we had progressed into an argument, and this dispute continued for most of the rest of the night. While there were some momentary lapses in the shouting, mostly to make a mockery of the petty exploits of two who shall remain nameless, we continued fighting until I dropped Rachael and Diedra off. And somewhere between getting a new ticket and taking Rachael and Deidra home, I realized that this argument was starting to get to me. After we left Rachael's we continued our discussion and I found that Stephanie really enjoys arguing with me, while I... not so much. After much heated discussion and a considerable amount of emotional exhaustion on my side, we finally settled down and started talking regularly again. And during this talk, we got into so much deeper issues than usual. After we finished talking, I had become very worn out and apparently she was too so I took her back to her car and she left.

Alright, today I have a very nice selection for you. A little Blink-182 to calm and soothe.

Don't Tell me It's Over - Blink 182

I hear the phone it rings so violently
Can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me
I will admit I hate those things I said
Girls will always cry, guys will never admit they did

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Don't tell me that it's over,
I'm not used to this temptation
And when you come back running,
There is no use for explanation
I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest

What's with the jokes, all the routines they play
Screw with my head, never cave til they get their way
Guys like to run, chicks like to yell you see
Guys hate to fight, girls think its therapy

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Don't tell me that it's over,
I'm not used to this temptation
And when you come back running,
There is no use for explanation
I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest

Don't tell me that it's over,
I'm not used to this temptation
And when you come back running,
There is no use for explanation
I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest
Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation