wow, kim was right... i am a goofy drunk. whatever, bend it like you don't care.
Monday, July 26, 2010 / 1:47 AM
I only had three Rum Punches, I swear.
Ryan's flight left a few hours ago. He managed to sneak away to give me a quick call (quick as in, I was glued to the phone for an hour making him talk to me... pointless attempt, but hey... I tried) just to tell me a few things about his deployment. He lied when he said a few months. It was until he got the job done... which apparently will take him a few months.
He also said he wasn't chosen. The bastard volunteered. I didn't yell at him for that.
The drive home was boring beyond belief. Wisconsin people do not know how to drive. Or maybe I'm too used to rude-as-all-hell Chicago drivers. Sigh.
Also, I might have missed the most epic of thunderstorms to ever hit Chicago. I mean... ridiculous rain, the Des Plaines River crested and flooded River Road and closed North Avenue. This also means that my basement flooded something fierce. Sigh. A couple of things got ruined but... they were no big losses. Aside from my old collection of stuffed bears. I bid those goodbye as soon as I closed the dumpster. My comforters would have been ruined... nuh uh. See? I knew those plastic anti-flood storage boxes would come in handy. I mean... living by a river, its pretty obvious that when the ocean decides to dump on us, something's gonna get wet.
I love Angie. I love her crazyness but there are times where I literally slap my self in the face when I hear of something she's done. Like today... while my mom was out in the park getting some stuff into the car, I get the news that she's proposed to Zach. Hardee-har-har-har-Angie-you-so-funny-wait-seriously?-no-way-what?-no-no-no-no-shiiiiiiit.
So. They're engaged and I just got off the phone with my future brother-in-law, Zach, and he spills the beans that they're going to the civil court to get officially married on Friday.
Yup.
This Friday. I might have left a print of my hand on my face. Jaaaysus. However, the nice thing about it, is that I had a long (about two hours) conversation with Zach about it and another with Angie. I don't know. I don't want to make claims about how they're gonna be so happy together just because I know them. Or her. There will be some psychotic ups and downs and he's so easy going I can see him brushing every thing off while she freaks about it. Argh. Too many thoughts.
Zach: "So... do I have your permission to marry your best friend?"
Me: "Yes, you have my permission to marry my best friend."
Labels: angie, wtf
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt
