Glamanate

So, last night, technically the night of the 3rd, I was hanging out with some people…and everyone was pretty much passing out and going home. I was horribly bored, and 2am rolled around. Franky happened to call me, I guess he had the same shit happening to him. We decided to go on a bike ride, and met up at Dairy Queen on 22nd Ave. I got there before him, so I rolled up a cig and waited. Out of the trees came a bunch of tiny bats, which for some reason I thought were butterflies at first. It was dark and horribly hard to tell. They kept flying by my head and barely landing on me. It was actually pretty peaceful and made my night.

We rode around downtown, then came to my place and crashed. And then it was “officially” the 4th. And quite honestly, I hate the 4th of July. It’s always boring, and there’s always too much drama.

I had to work 12-6 (well, I got out at 6:30 due to closing). People met up with me at my apartment, we hung out here, talked with some of the neighbors, and then headed downtown. The fireworks were lame this year. Our group wasn’t as big as it used to be. Then again everyone works and we can’t just spend the whole day downtown anymore.

Afterwards we went over to Lena’s and just hung out. Got home a bit ago. Been in a funk lately and just can’t sleep. Too much on the mind. Luckily Canada is next week.