The craziest things happen when you least expect them to
July 28th, 2012 (approx. 2:09 AM)
It’s been forever since I’ve blogged. I haven’t had the time, and I honestly haven’t felt the need to. But tonight was weird, and I figured I should mark the weirdest night of my life by documenting it on my personal blog.
So much has happened these past four months. I’ve moved on from Dylan. I’ve started liking a new guy. I’ve finished my first year of college.
I’ll rewind to about three weeks ago…
Three weeks ago on the day before the fourth of July, Tim drunk texted me, asking to borrow my book. He already had the one, and he wanted the next one. The next day, I was planning on bringing him the book, but my car’s back windshield had been broken. I had no way of getting to him, and was stranded at my friend’s house for her birthday party. We jokingly argued all night about him coming to pick me up, and me going to our work to drop it off.
He ended up picking me up.
After dropping me off, he texted me asking if I was going to sleep, and then proceeded to tell me he wanted to hang out & when I told him after I get back from vacation, he said I don’t wanna wait. Of course by that text he was drunk.
And then he disappeared for a week. I talked to him the following Thursday, and then the Tuesday I got back from vacation, I talked to him again. I worked both the Fri & Sat nights with him. Friday we talked, but Saturday we were completely bored and by ourselves. So we just sat there and chatted about random stuff. We talked about the night he picked me up & I “turned down hanging out.” We talked about my vacation. We talked about so much random stuff.
The following Wednesday, it was his birthday. He showed up while I was working because he had a hockey game. After his game, we ended up getting done the same time, and we walked out together.
Thursday night, or Friday early morning, at about 2:30 in the morning, he texted me. He was drunk, and in AC for his birthday. The highlight of his drunk texts was him telling me he missed me - which I still don’t understand, and I still haven’t gotten an answer to. I got pissed off, though, because the only texts he ever sends are drunken ones, minus the rare sober ones. If he can’t text me while he’s sober, then why should I text him back while he’s drunk. I just don’t know what to think. Delia told me months ago about how Tim is always talking about me, and how when he was drunk he told her that he “didn’t know. I know I’m always saying I’m just messing around, but I think it could be something more.” Or whatever he said. I just don’t get it. Apparently drunk!Tim may possibly like me lol.
Friday night I had work, and I showed up not knowing what to expect. He helped me find my brother, he jokingly got annoyed that I didn’t get him anything from Saladworks…typical Tim behavior. Except he was 10 times quieter, and completely hungover and dead tired. He walked by multiple times saying he wanted to throw up. He was half asleep the whole night. And when I asked how his birthday had been, he told me he “didn’t want to talk about it.” It was an amusing night. I think I would have gotten more information from him about his lovely night, and I could have confronted him about his texts, if my friends hadn’t been there. But oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
Then, Mel & I were talking about “Hollydell Mistakes” at work tonight. I said mine was definitely Matt last year, although I don’t know if it was a mistake, or just.. not a good choice…
And then, after an entire year, Matt came into Hollydell tonight. I haven’t seen him since he left the place a year ago. I was, and still am, in complete shock. It was probably one of the most unexpected things to happen within the past two days (the other being Tim drunk texting me Thursday night).
I freaked out.
I know he noticed I freaked out, too. I literally was like what the hell? Tim noticed my freak out, too, I believe. When I was talking to Mel behind the snack bar about it, and Matt being there, Tim was staring at me. I don’t know if he was worried, confused, or pissed because I was giving him a headache haha.
But Matt’s brother invited me to a party, and told me to text Matt for the address. I decided it was in my best interest to not go. I’m pretty sure my going to that party would result in my calling somebody (probably Tim or my best friend), either drunk or stranded.
Tonight was so weird. I just don’t get life sometimes.
Sigh. Oh well.
I’m seeing Parachute tonight. And the Cab. Hopefully it makes it all better.