Wow...It's Good to Have Semblance of a Life Again

So here's the thing... when I say "I woke up..." I mean i woke up about nine times before I actually rise and join the living. So I set my alarm for 815 for a 945 meeting we had this morning. The alarm doesn't go off, but I wake up at about a little before nine. However, I return to sleep thinking I have plenty of time. I wake up again at 910 saying to myself "getting up right about now would be a good thing." So naturally, I fell back asleep. I awake at 920 and I start yelling to myself "If you don't get up I'm gonna beat you up." So i jump out of bed and quickly get ready and speed out the door and start hoofing it (I walk because it's a short distance from my complex). I run into some familiar faces in front of my path on I am on. They are walking hella slow. People walking slow in front of me is probably the second thing that irritates me, after small talk, is people walking slow in front of me. And I know I'm not the only one, but I feel rather rude about this part of me. I don't want to pass them up because I feel like that would be little rude, so I simply walk at the speed of smell behind them.

When I arrive at the meeting, I stand off to a pillar by myself awaiting for the doors to open. I thought I may have to suffer through the ordeal by myself until out of the blue pops a small (well smaller than me...I'm kind of a giant, puerto rican guy named Teddy. I had met him the day previously on the bus to a different meeting and thought, after I departed from the bus, I'd never see him again. But, at fate would have it, here he was. He greeted me and we kinda hit it off. Thank God! a friend! We start talkin, and then goofing off by talking in different accents to each other (of which he is an absolute master. He can do almost any! from Donald Duck to Russian...well any European accent flawlessly). Moments later, someone he met yesterday comes up. Her name's Amanda. They seem like they've been friends for years. And, thankfully, I got along with her too. The moment I knew we'd be friends is when, this being one of the very first convos we'd ever had with each other, started talking about a tiny squirell that she referred to as a ninja. We all attended the meeting together, bonding all along the way. Then we got on a bus after the meeting, well Amanda and I did because Teddy met up with Justin, convientantly a roomate of mine, to go somewhere. Amanda and I continue to chat pleasantly the whole ride home. I turn to her before she leaves and say "We should be friends, what's your number so we can hang sometime or something." She gives it to me and departs. And I head home excited.

The thing I was most excited about this new gang, was that it was beginning to extremely resemble the world of Harry Potter. I thought we could be the new-age neo-trio. I would be the Harry, the slightly emo, angst-filled kid in the back waiting for life to come along in a whole new world and I would have my best friend, Ron, the likeable to everyone and hilarious Teddy; also, my frazzled, delightfully rambling Hermione, Amanda (no word on whether Teddy and Amanda pick at each other and are secretly in love but they have a couple more novels to get there). There was even a Neville-type character that approached us while waiting for the meeting and said something about talking animals and walked away, awkwardly. Also, the buses kind of reminded me of the Hogwarts Express, the carriages and rowboats, or what not; types of transportation that were taking cheery people, as seen by the laughing faces through the windows, to several different places. So...I was set.

Afterward, I decided to take the buses around places to familiarize myself with where some of them lead to and incidentally I wound up on one that went to Wal-Mart. Being in a brilliant mode, I decided to go ahead and go. So I walked into the store and grabbed a cart. There's something delightfully independant-feeling/faintly lonesome about shopping for yourself on your own. I was browsing the shelves. I made myself pact that the way I would shop would be to not buy any item over three $3 (excluding the rotessire chicken because that was a delicacy that could b kept a while). So I picked up the staples of my diet: sugar cookie dough, crackers, cream cheese, and sour creme (I have a sour creme problem...well, sadly, more of an addiction...I blame society...I'll come up with a reason in the next few... nevers), and picked up few oher items like apples, bananas, lays light chips and some packets of Ramen. Then, I decided that I'd skip out on the chicken and wait for a day when I'd eat it. I wouldn't eat it tonight because, now that I felt that I had friends, asked Amanda if she'd like to go to Downtown. She said sure, and I asked her to invite Teddy to as well. I'm the hanging out instigator again! I felt like myself again; back to having a life.

So we all meet up and head there. We eat at Planet Hollywood (as a newly converted foodie I must explain what I ate: a smoked chicken sandwhich with avacado and Lemon alioli (a type lemon mayo) and fries. The fries were absolutely amazing, as Teddy agreed, and the sandwhich was good, particularly the lemon alioli). The ice breaker, not that one was actually necessary, was when I made a That's What She Said joke (normally, I am awful at then, as I am a massive prude). There was a moment of silence as we looked at each other...followed by busting up laughing. After, we sang and danced through the streets of downtown, goofed off at the shops, and spoke in accents around as well. We had an all-around good time. At least from my standpoint. I had fun, but I know not of their own personal entertainment. I see them as my friends, I don't know exactly how they feel about me. I guess there's only one way to know: when it's Facebook official...